But a human being who is young and clean, as you are, is apt to ennoble—or explain away. It would not have been for her an anomaly to read a love story in which there were no kisses. Wood, the carpenter, who formerly resided here, is still living?" "If you feel any anxiety on his account, Sir, I'm happy to be able to relieve it," answered Kneebone, readily. ’ Gerald knew the caress in his voice was a trifle ironic. Arrived there, their first object was to seek out Davies, by whom they were conducted to the lady's retreat,—a lone habitation, situated on the outskirts of Saint George's Fields in Southwark. His gray eyes were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and panting. Such was the simple code that displayed itself in all his thoughts.
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