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That
made
me
recall
something
.
“
Was
that
why
you
started
when
I
told
you
about
Elspeth
?
”
I
asked
.
“
Yes
.
Perhaps
the
one
you
played
with
was
a
little
descendant
who
had
inherited
her
name
,
”
he
answered
,
a
trifle
hurriedly
.
“
I
confess
I
was
startled
for
a
moment
.
”
I
put
my
hand
up
to
my
forehead
and
rubbed
it
unconsciously
.
I
could
not
help
seeing
a
woesome
picture
.
“
Poor
little
soul
,
with
the
blood
pouring
from
her
heart
and
her
brown
hair
spread
over
her
dead
father
’
s
breast
!
”
I
stopped
,
because
a
faint
memory
came
back
to
me
.
“
Mine
,
”
I
stammered
—
“
mine
—
how
strange
!
—
had
a
great
stain
on
the
embroideries
of
her
dress
.
She
looked
at
it
—
and
looked
.
She
looked
as
if
she
didn
’
t
like
it
—
as
if
she
didn
’
t
understand
how
it
came
there
.
She
covered
it
with
ferns
and
bluebells
.
”
I
felt
as
if
I
were
being
drawn
away
into
a
dream
.
I
made
a
sudden
effort
to
come
back
.
I
ceased
rubbing
my
forehead
and
dropped
my
hand
,
sitting
upright
.
“
I
must
ask
Angus
and
Jean
to
tell
me
about
her
,
”
I
said
.
“
Of
course
,
they
must
have
known
.
I
wonder
why
I
never
thought
of
asking
questions
before
.
”
It
was
a
strange
look
I
met
when
I
involuntarily
turned
toward
him
—
such
an
absorbed
,
strange
,
tender
look
!
I
knew
he
sat
quite
late
in
the
library
that
night
,
talking
to
Angus
after
his
mother
and
I
went
to
our
rooms
.
Just
as
I
was
falling
asleep
I
remember
there
floated
through
my
mind
a
vague
recollection
of
what
Angus
had
said
to
me
of
asking
his
advice
about
something
;
and
I
wondered
if
he
would
reach
the
subject
in
their
talk
,
or
if
they
would
spend
all
their
time
in
poring
over
manuscripts
and
books
together
.
