" "May I trust you?" hesitated Thames. His countenance was pale as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did he betray the slightest appearance of fear. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. “I’ve brought you up some dinner, Vee,” she said.
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