’ ‘Yes, but I do not wish to have a mystery. Too late. A pair of startled blue eyes looked up into his. She walked for a mile or more recklessly, close veiled, with swift level footsteps, though her brain was in a whirl and a horrible faintness all the time hovered about her. I—I hurt myself. . That’s the difficulty. It was fortunate that by this time Winifred had so far recovered, as to be able to afford her father the best and only solace that, under the circumstances, he could have received,—her personal attentions. “I might return the compliment, Courtlaw,” he answered, “by asking why the devil you come lurching on to the pavement like a drunken man. This key," he added, taking it from the boy, "was purloined from me by your father, Jack. ” She shook her head, snapping out of her reverie.
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