His shoulders relaxed and his gaze wavered. So, in broken, rather breathless phrases, he told his story; and when he had done, he laid his arms upon the table and bent his head to them. Wild will hang me. It’s best. ‘Lucky I have you to keep me from Bedlam, then. If I were a clean, free man—We’ll have to talk of all these things. Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her heart. But, say we're friends. "Sit down, and enjoy yourself.
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