As he passed out he saw in the hall a quietly dressed man with keen grey eyes, talking to one of the footmen. They are our food, Lucia, nothing more. The sunshine was brilliant, the air mild. The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket. It struck his forehead, splitting it, and brought him to his knees.
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