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Chapter 5
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Shebrokeintoabreathlessaffirmativegroan:“They’rethemaster’s!”
Icaughtitup.“Youdoknowhim?”
Shefalteredbutasecond.“Quint!”shecried.
“Quint?”
“PeterQuint—hisownman,hisvalet,whenhewashere!”
“Whenthemasterwas?”
Gapingstill,butmeetingme,shepieceditalltogether.“Heneverworehishat,buthedidwear—well,therewerewaistcoatsmissed.Theywerebothhere—lastyear.Thenthemasterwent,andQuintwasalone.”
Ifollowed,buthaltingalittle.“Alone?”
“Alonewithus.”Then,asfromadeeperdepth,“Incharge,”sheadded.
“Andwhatbecameofhim?”
ShehungfiresolongthatIwasstillmoremystified.“Hewent,too,”shebroughtoutatlast.
“Wentwhere?”
Herexpression,atthis,becameextraordinary.“Godknowswhere!Hedied.”
“Died?”Ialmostshrieked.
Sheseemedfairlytosquareherself,plantherselfmorefirmlytoutterthewonderofit.“Yes.Mr.Quintisdead.”
