“Oh, yes,” the stranger remarked good-humouredly. ” “You disappoint me,” she said wearily. ‘I must see the lady who is my great-aunt. I burned it. Certainly I never met him. Courtlaw might have been able to give me an idea where to stop. She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city at night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!' … It kind of terrifies me," said Ruth, looking up, first at the face of her husband, then at McClintock's.
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