When it started to rain we put our hoods up and made our way hurriedly to the shelter of the church. In the porch we did a little jig to drive the raindrops off our coats, and then went inside.

We sat in a pew near the altar and I stared up at the pale, vaulted ceiling until I made myself dizzy.

‘Tell me about when you were found,“ I said. ”What do you know about it?“

‘I know what Mrs. Love told me,“ he answered. ”I can tell you that. And of course there’s always my inheritance.“

‘You have an inheritance?“

Loading...

未加载完，尝试【刷新网页】or【关闭小说模式】or【关闭广告屏蔽】。

使用【Firefox浏览器】or【Chrome谷歌浏览器】打开并收藏！

移动流量偶尔打不开，可以切换电信、联通网络。

收藏网址：www.ziyungong.cc

(＞人＜；)