Edward Phillips Oppenheim

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Edward Phillips Oppenheim The Great Impersonation — Chapter XV (1920)

Dominey shook himself as one who would get rid of an unwholesome thought.
"The wood itself, Prince," he explained, as they walked along, "is a noisome place. There are quagmires even in the middle of it, where a man may sink in and be never heard of again. Every sort of vermin abounds there, every unclean insect and bird are to be found in the thickets. I suppose the character of the place has encouraged the local superstition in which every one of those men firmly believes."
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Edward Phillips Oppenheim The Great Impersonation — Chapter XV (1920)

You seem to have developed the Dominey touch even in killing pheasants."
"You must remember that I have shot higher ones in Hungary," was the easy reply.
"I am not a sportsman," Seaman admitted. "I do not understand sport. But I do know this: there is an old man who has lived on this land since the day of his birth, who has watched you shoot, reverently, and finds even the way you hold your gun familiar."
"That twist of the birds," Dominey explained, "is simply a local superstition. The wood ends on the slant, and they seem to be flying more to the left than they really are."
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Edward Phillips Oppenheim The Great Impersonation — Chapter XV (1920)

Dominey nodded. One and all the beaters were walking with most unaccustomed speed towards their destination. Their backs were towards the Black Wood. Terniloff came up to his host.
"Have I, by chance, been terribly tactless?" he asked.
Dominey shook his head.
"You asked a perfectly natural question, Prince," he replied. "There is no reason why you should not know the truth. Near that wood occurred the tragedy which drove me from England for so many years."
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