” They remained looking at each other for three or four seconds. “She must go her own way. Her heart was beating with quite unaccustomed vigour, her hands were hot, she was conscious of a warmth in her blood which the summer sunshine was scarcely responsible for. May I ask the nature of your interest in her?” He hesitated. “A girl needs her mother most exactly when she thinks she doesn’t. Darrell stood erect in the bark, with his drawn sword in hand, prepared to repel the attack of his assailants, who, in their turn, seemed to await with impatience the moment which should deliver him into their power. What had Brewis Charvill to say to that, Gerald?’ ‘He had nothing to say to it.
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