" "May I trust you?" hesitated Thames. "Oh, nothing—nothing," returned Mrs. Promise me. “She can’t. While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost, into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. Doubts began to rise up all about her, plucking at her confidence. She saw herself in very much Vivie’s position—managing something.
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