” He looked at her pleadingly. “Martin, I don’t know what to say. You know I am in love with you. You had better let me go again. He had abandoned his oars, and the boat was drifting with the stream towards the enemy. ” She put her wrists upon his shoulders, feeling him surge with the pride of his own masculinity as she touched him. One of these, a lady, evidently a confirmed invalid, and attired in deep mourning, reclined upon a sort of couch, or easy chair, set on wheels, with her head supported by cushions, and her feet resting upon a velvet footstool.
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