“My God!” he said again. She was no longer certain that she desired an Englishman, if she must judge of one in particular. Satisfied in this respect, he flung himself into a chair, for his iron frame seldom required the indulgence of a bed, and sought an hour's repose before he began the villanies of another day. Brendon was silent.
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