‘But what way, Emile?’ ‘Your family, mademoiselle, the family of your father. A little exclamation of surprise escaped Ennison. We are alone, Sir Rowland," he added, snuffing the candles, glancing cautiously around, and lowering his tone, "and what you confide to me shall never transpire,—at least to your disadvantage.
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