Certain simple purposes emerged from the disingenuous muddle of her feelings and desires. "I'm at your mercy, Poll," rejoined Kneebone, abjectly. A little darling? Lord in heaven, he had taken leave of his senses. He was conscious of a peculiar pleasure in sitting there and thinking of those few hours which already were becoming to assume a definite importance in his mind—a place curiously apart from those dry-as-dust images which had become the gods of his prosaic life. Everything was very neat; it had evidently been straightened up and kept for her. She hissed in a breath and his eyes met hers. Take your half loaf with the others. Besides, my husband has shares in Sir John’s company.
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