“I will tell you as much as this,” she continued. “Lucy, do you forgive me?” She looked at him in earnest. ’ ‘Why should you care?’ demanded Roding, exasperated. The boiling under her stern, however, told him nothing. " "Say the word, and I'm mum," returned the executioner. He leaned back in a low chair, and watched her graceful movements, the play of her white hands as she bent over some wonderful machine. Ramage,” she said, “please don’t talk like this. ’ The listening soldiers began to snigger behind their hands. McClintock, striking a match to relight his cigar, broke the spell. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. " "He'll have hard work to do it by that time, father," remonstrated Thames; "you'd better let me help him. He did not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl thoughtfully.
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