“Will he die?” she asked. Too busy. " "Don't scold him, father," interposed Thames; "he's been frightened enough already. ’ A strangled sob escaped her as his thumb dug cruelly into the soft flesh of her wrist. He looked at his port wine as though that tawny ruby contained the solution of the matter. “I haven’t a scrap—of this sort of aversion.
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