"My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. ‘Nevertheless, you will marry me,’ he snarled. ‘Also that it was that you did not wish the French connection. And what took you to Remenham House?’ ‘I shall come to that presently,’ said Gerald cautiously. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. "Ah! what is that?" he cried, pointing to a dark object floating near them amid the boiling waves, and which presented a frightful resemblance to a human face.
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