December Love by Robert Smythe Hichens
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pounds."
"What a dreadful business! Did she get them back?" "No. She never even tried to. But, of course, it came out eventually." "It seems to me that everything anyone wishes to hide does come out eventually in London," said Craven, with perhaps rather youthful cynicism. "But surely Lady Sellingworth must have wanted to get her jewels back. What can have induced her to be silent about such a loss?" "It's a mystery. I have wondered why--often," said Braybrooke, gently stroking his beard. He even slightly wrinkled his forehead, until he remembered that such an indulgence is apt to lead to permanent lines, whereupon he abruptly became as smooth as a baby, and added: "She must have had a tremendous reason. But I'm not aware that anyone knows what it is unless--" he paused meditatively. "I have sometimes suspected that perhaps Seymour Portman--" "Sir Seymour, the general?" "Yes. He knows her better than anyone else does. He cared for her when she was a girl, through both her marriages, and cares for her just as much still, I believe." "How were her jewels stolen?" Craven asked. |
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