by L. T. Meade and Robert Eustace, The Face in the Dark
“ Gales of wind will break off the branches of old trees to the end of time. Come, Manners, I am ashamed that you should pin your faith to such rubbish. But tell me, when are you going to Croftwood again?" "To-morrow." "What! To-morrow! May I come with you?" "Would you come?" His face lighted up with intense pleasure. "That would be splendid, he said. "I can't tell you how I hate these visits. A great deal hangs on what takes place in the next few days. Poltimore will be there. He is the horrible man to whom the estate is mortgaged." ”
