‘What is it?’ ‘Er—shouldn’t I tell—I mean, the young lady, sir—’ ‘You can leave the young lady to me. She could not run, her limbs were frozen. Sir John, who was standing outside, looked past him at the girl still sitting in the shadow. How much he would be able to do for her. Kimble was clearly a plain-spoken fellow.
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