The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. Poor fellow! he sometimes indulges the hope of marrying you, when he grows old enough. We looked upon you, my dear Sir John, with reverence, almost with awe. "Sign this," he said, pushing the document towards Sir Rowland. Anything else that was said she now regarded only as an aspect of or diversion from that.
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