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6“No!” cried Sarnac, stopping a question from Willow by a gesture. “I shall never tell my story,” said Sarnac, “if you interrupt with questions. I was telling you of the storm of misfortunes that wrecked our household at Cherry Gardens... “My father was killed within three weeks of Fanny’s elopement. He was killed upon the road between Cherry Gardens and Cliffstone. There was a young gentleman named Wickersham with one of the new petrol-driven motor-cars that were just coming into use; he was hurrying home as fast as possible, he told the coroner, because his brakes were out of order and he was afraid of an accident. My father was walking with my uncle along the pavement, talking. He found the pavement too restricted for his subject and gestures, and he stepped off suddenly into the road

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