“Can’t you believe me? I am Meysey Hill. ” She shrugged her shoulders slightly. One more passer-by; and always would she remember his patience and tenderness and disinterestedness. And yet I know not—for the object of his visit here to-night was to serve Jack, who, if your statement is correct, which I cannot however for a moment believe, does not deserve his assistance. Still, something had marked the face, something had left an indelible touch.
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