I will make her my Grail, and some day, perhaps, if God wills, she shall become my wife!’” He looked very hard before him as he said this, and his voice was full of deep feeling. He took her hands firmly in his and raised them to his lips. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. Half French. "Won't you take these?" For a space he merely stared at her, perhaps wondering if she were real. "But trifle with mo no longer. But Jack and his companion were already gone. " "Are you Mr.
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