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The old man stood there in the moonlight, his face agitated and his lips quivering.
"I can hear the master's voice again," he murmured. "Time seems to have gone back with me. It is as if you had come like a ghost from the grave, Mr. Ralph. And it was close here that your father stood, after the great quarrel, and swore that Dashwood Hall should see him no more. And so you have come back to claim your own, sir?"