SANCTUARY
he returned at dusk Mrs. Peyton, looking up from the tea-table behind which she awaited him, was startled by the deep-lined misery of his face.
Her own thoughts were too painful for ready expression, and they sat for a while in a mute community of wretchedness.
"Is everything arranged?" she asked at length.
"Yes. Everything."
"And you have not heard from the aunt?"
He shook his head.
"Can you find no trace of any other relations?"
"None. I went over all his papers. There were very few, and I found no address but the aunt's." He sat thrown back in his chair, disregarding the cup of tea she had mechanically poured for him. "I found this, though," he added after a pause,
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