“Dear me! I wonder where Sir John picked her up. I will make her my Grail, and some day, perhaps, if God wills, she shall become my wife!’” He looked very hard before him as he said this, and his voice was full of deep feeling. At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old man, her hand held out. You’re tired, of course. It is the same man, for he raved in the hospital, and they fetched me. "Did I hear you …" began McClintock.
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