The girl nodded sagely. But I swear she ain’t told me nothing more, sir. Have I your final answer?" "You have, Sir Rowland," she answered, in a feeble tone, but firmly. She might even forgive him. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava.
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