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'How could you have suspicions of poor Sinfi?' I said, for I was
becoming alarmed at the way in which these inquiries were absorbing
Winnie's mind.
'It is, I know, Henry, a peculiarity of my nature to be extremely
confiding until I have once been deceived, and then to be just as
suspicious. Kind as Mr. D'Arcy has been to me, I began to feel
restless in his haven of refuge. I think that he perceived it, for I
often found his eyes fixed upon me with a somewhat inquiring and
anxious expression in them. I felt that I must leave him and go out
into the world and take my place in the battle of life.'
'But, Winnie,' I said, 'you don't say that you intended to come to
me. Battle of life, indeed! Where should Winnie stand in that battle
except by the side of Henry? You knew now where to find me. Sinfi,
of course, told you that I was in Wales. And you did not even write
to me! What can it mean?'
'Why, Henry, don't you know what it means? Don't you know that the
newspapers were full of long paragraphs about the heir of the Aylwins
having left his famous bungalow and gone to Japan? Why, it was
actually copied into the little penny weekly thing that Mrs.
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