I don’t believe in the faults. Hurt beyond what he could imagine by the selfishness and pride of her forbears, whose fateful disputes had robbed her of the life she should have led, the plucky little devil had taken matters into her own hands. This forthright dame was so excited, she could not keep still, but paced about the parlour much as Melusine had done earlier. To the poor carpenter it seemed an endless distance. CHAPTER XXVII His idea, cleverly planned, was to shatter her resistance, to confound her suddenly by striking her mind with words which would rob her coherent thought. He too was flushed and ruffled; one side of his collar had slipped from its stud and he held a hand to the corner of his jaw. Yes, yes; that was all very well in ordinary cases; but yonder was a soul in travail, if ever she had seen one. O'Higgins is rather a kindly man.
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