’ ‘Don’t be a fool, woman,’ snapped Charvill, thrusting himself further into the room. Too late she realised that Emile was not trying to escape. We’ll go. ‘And your schooling?’ he pursued. Drenched to the skin,—in fact, he had been lying in a bed of muddy water,—and chilled to the very bone, he felt so stiff, that he could scarcely move. Take my advice.
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