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’ A reluctant laugh escaped him. ” Ennison hesitated for a moment. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. ” Brendon rose and came towards her with outstretched hand. I know now that I was mistaken. Descending the hollow, or rather excavation,—for it was an old disused clay-pit, at the bottom of which the cottage was situated,—he speedily succeeded in arousing the ancient sibyl, and having committed Edgeworth Bess to her care, with a promise of an abundant reward in case she watched diligently over her safety, and attended to her comforts till his return,—to all which Black Mary readily agreed,—he departed with a heart lightened of half its load. “I love this warm end of summer more than words can tell,” he said. Who walked you home?\" Mike asked her, his voice tinged with jealousy, as she passed the garlic bread. "Surely," he added, staring at Rowland, "either I'm greatly mistaken, or it is—" "You are not mistaken, Baptist," returned Rowland with a gesture of silence; "it is your old friend. As he lay on his back, he fancied himself gradually slipping off the platform. He looked melancholy enough, it is true. “And yet I do it without compunction.
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