F. Joan told me it was hung somewhere in the house, only I couldn’t remember where after all this time. "I should as soon have expected the bones of Tom Sheppard to reunite themselves and walk out of that case, as Thames Darrell to return. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed. But I shan’t try to stop you. The Master listened, with becoming attention, to the narrative, and, at its conclusion, shook his head gravely, applied his thumb to the side of his nose, and, twirling his fingers significantly, winked at his phlegmatic companion.
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