" Sir Rowland, meantime, throw himself on his knees beside his sister, and, clasping her chilly fingers within his own, besought her forgiveness in the most passionate terms. ‘You’re right. " "For procuring my imprisonment?" "For saving your life. He died when I was. He probably imagines himself to be a thousand times worse off than he actually is. Wood obeyed. You don’t know the thoughts we have; the things we can do and say. Happy Birthday, then. That's a queer yarn. ‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. Anna tore it open and passed it to Courtlaw. Those lives removed,—and Sir Rowland is completely in his power, the estates would be yours—HIS! if he were your husband.
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