Her cheeks seemed to burn, her veins ran riot, and her heart was beating so fast that she was sure he must feel it through his scarlet coat. Carefully sustaining the child which, even in that terrible extremity, he had not the heart to abandon, he fell upon his knees, and, guiding himself with his right hand, crept slowly on. As silent as she had remained about who had brought her home last night. “Michelle, I think that you are the victim of an extremely overactive imagination. No! That was impossible. Stanley changed his key.
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