” She could practically hear the self-deprecating thoughts racing across his mind, the failed hours of rehearsed lines. "Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his ear. All her tender lures, inherent and acquired, had shattered themselves futilely against the reserve he had set between them. “Splendid you are looking to-day, Miss Stanley,” he said. ‘Assuredly it is locked up.
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