He stood up abruptly and went to the window. "Whatever your intelligence may be I will strive to bear it. “Do you think it is fair of you to persecute me just now?” “It is not persecution, Anna,” he answered gently. "I cannot—dare not injure him," rejoined Trenchard, with a haggard look, and sinking, as if paralysed, into a chair. “Yes. Hope reared.
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