“You remember our first meeting?” “Yes,” he answered hoarsely. His curiosity, his literary instincts, had been submerged by the recurring thought of the fool he had made of himself. Something drew you. I do not ask if you are entirely English, but if you say truly when you say you are at my service. ” Brendon went very pale. I had no idea even that she was a friend of yours. She was obliged to concede that his features were pleasing, his strength and vitality attractive; and there was no denying how well this uniform of a militia suited his figure, which was lean and powerful both. That terrible laughter, just before his senses had left him! Why? Here was a word that volleyed at her from all directions, numbed and bewildered her: the multiple echoes of her own first utterance of the word. "To him I owe everything," continued the widow, "life itself—nay, more than life,—for without his assistance I should have perished, body and soul.
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