‘I knowed he were a wrong ’un, but that. She shot a sudden glance at him. Why had he kissed her? What had led him into that? Neither love nor passion— utter blankness so far as reducing the act to terms. “I wish that I could forget it,” he said. Fortescue, with a bow.
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