“And you must please not look at me as though I were an executioner,” she declared lightly. “I can’t imagine, Miss Pellissier,” Brendon said, leaning towards her, “whatever made you think of coming to stay if only for a week at a Montague Street boarding-house. “I don’t know why. Two hours had come and gone during this tantalizing occupation. She could not make up her mind which was the finer, more elemental thing, which gave its values to the other. I learned of your betrothal, gleaned all the information I could simply by eavesdropping. Over here a man quickly loses faith, and I find myself back on solid ground once more.
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