They drove around town that night in his Buick convertible. At the head of the cart was placed the coffin. After a long fifteen seconds, she pulled her head back into the seat, looking at his face from the close angle, his nose huge and out of perspective, his eyes like round blue pearls. "The Dutchman was right, after all. Oh God! pardon me. "Your uncle, Sir Rowland?" "It is no idle boasting," replied the other. Wild will hang me. He had reacted by pushing her away, disgust and frustration on his face. She had never expected John capable of saying such things, of thinking such macabre ideas. The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father. She regarded the young man coldly. Again silence.
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