‘It—it is—nothing,’ she uttered jerkily. Each morning his inquiry was properly answered: the patient was steadily improving, but none could say when he would be strong enough to proceed upon his journey. There was no way of recalling the words; so she waited. But how to avail himself of it was the question, for in his present garb he was sure to be recognised. Kneebone, who was on the point of departing.
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