’ Fire enveloped Charvill’s mind and he brought up his cane, pointed like a musket. I don’t love you. ‘Now then,’ said the captain sternly, ‘I’m not going to ask you what you’re doing here. She confided in me yesterday. He had barely settled at his desk in his library, when he was disturbed by two morning callers. I hated him. She recoiled. There was no need to be afraid for me.
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