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"
But
if
it
wasn
’
t
Flora
,
who
could
it
have
been
?
"
Rapidly
my
sister
ran
over
a
list
of
maidens
living
in
the
neighbourhood
,
with
profuse
reasons
for
and
against
.
When
she
paused
for
breath
,
I
murmured
something
about
a
patient
,
and
slipped
out
.
I
proposed
to
make
my
way
to
the
Three
Boars
.
It
seemed
likely
that
Ralph
Paton
would
have
returned
there
by
now
.
I
knew
Ralph
very
well
–
better
,
perhaps
,
than
anyone
else
in
King
’
s
Abbot
,
for
I
had
known
his
mother
before
him
,
and
therefore
I
understood
much
in
him
that
puzzled
others
.
He
was
,
to
a
certain
extent
,
the
victim
of
heredity
.
He
had
not
inherited
his
mother
’
s
fatal
propensity
for
drink
,
but
nevertheless
he
had
in
him
a
strain
of
weakness
.
As
my
new
friend
of
this
morning
had
declared
,
he
was
extraordinarily
handsome
.
Just
on
six
feet
,
perfectly
proportioned
,
with
the
easy
grace
of
an
athlete
,
he
was
dark
,
like
his
mother
,
with
a
handsome
,
sunburnt
face
always
ready
to
break
into
a
smile
.
Ralph
Paton
was
of
those
born
to
charm
easily
and
without
effort
.
He
was
self
-
indulgent
and
extravagant
,
with
no
veneration
for
anything
on
earth
,
but
he
was
lovable
nevertheless
,
and
his
friends
were
all
devoted
to
him
.
Could
I
do
anything
with
the
boy
?
I
thought
I
could
.
On
inquiry
at
the
Three
Boars
I
found
that
Captain
Paton
had
just
come
in
.
I
went
up
to
his
room
and
entered
unannounced
.
For
a
moment
,
remembering
what
I
had
heard
and
seen
,
I
was
doubtful
of
my
reception
,
but
I
need
have
had
no
misgivings
.
