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Caine, Hall, Sir, 1853-1931

"The Shadow of a Crime A Cumbrian Romance"

But this was a moment of
agony nevertheless. Ralph was following the funeral of the mightiest
passion of his soul. He got up and opened the door.
"Good night, and God bless you!" he said huskily.
"One moment, Ralph. Did you see two men, strangers, on the road
to-night? Ah, I remember, you came in at the back."
"Two friends of Joe Garth's," said Ralph, closing the door behind him.
When he reached his own room he sat for some minutes on the bed. What
were the feelings that preyed upon him? He hardly knew. His heart was
desolate. His life seemed to be losing its hope, or his hope its
object. And not yet had he reached the worst. Some dread forewarning
of a sterner fate seemed to hang above him.
Rising, Ralph threw off his shoes, and drew on a pair of stouter ones.
Then he laced up a pair of leathern leggings, and, taking down a heavy
cloak from behind the door, he put it across his arm. He had no light
but the light of the moon.
Stepping quietly along the creaky old corridor to the room where his
father lay, Ralph opened the door and entered.


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