She ought to be softened and tender and confidential at this phase of her life. Poor fellow! he sometimes indulges the hope of marrying you, when he grows old enough. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. Melusine gave herself a little mental shake. “No!” she exclaimed. ‘But you do not understand, mon ami. With Bess's assistance he then climbed up to the window, which, as has just been stated, was secured by iron bars of great thickness crossed by a stout beam of oak. ” “I know—” said Ramage, with sympathy. You wanted to play a lone hand.
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