” “Blood of my heart!” whispered Capes, holding her close to him. There was only one idea in his head now—to batter and bruise and crush this weakling, then cast him at the feet of his love-lorn wife. . “But, dear, think! He is your father. ” Sir John frowned. Ann Veronica blushed. E. “But I am sorry,” she exclaimed.
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