“Why—it’s—it’s you!” Amazement seemed to dry up the torrents of his speech. ’ ‘And now we know also who is the prétendant, Mademoiselle Charvill. The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had. She was aware of it now as if it were a voice shouting outside a house, shouting passionate verities in a hot sunlight, a voice that cries while people talk insincerely in a darkened room and pretend not to hear.
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