And she—’ ‘She!’ interrupted the young lady crossly. "That's for myself," rejoined Mrs. ‘What are you, a nincompoop? She was Nicholas’s wife, of course. I slaved over it, contacted half a dozen genealogy groups and came up with zilch. From time to time she would come upon a line of singular beauty or a paragraph full of haunting music; and these would send her rushing on for something that never happened. A few minutes later Sir John left the room. Spurling.
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