Jack's complexion was that of a gipsy; Darrell's as fresh and bright as a rose. “Ruin me? For what? Posterity? How could you ruin me, Lucy? What on earth are you talking about?” He got up and began to pace the room. ” “On the contrary,” Anna whispered quietly, “we met in a small boarding-house where I was stopping.
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