A quick flush stained her cheeks. Immediately he grasped the fact that there was drama here, probably the old drama of the fugitive. “Can you spare me forty pounds?” she said. She was vehemently impatient—she did not clearly know for what—to do, to be, to experience. She felt a semi-sharp object being gently impressed into her back. Besides," she added, blushing yet more deeply, "it isn't a proper one to talk upon. " "Perhaps not," replied Jack, carelessly. " "Would you like to have me come in and talk?" How tender that sounded!—talk! "If you want to. I tell you I’m Meysey Hill, the railway man. " "I always detested Mrs. "Try!" Enraged at the assurance of his mistress, the woollen-draper endeavoured to carry his threat into execution, but all his efforts to remove her were unavailing. For a few days he was able to relegate his conscience to the background. But she was not to be tempted.
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