“I think,” she said, “that I rather like what you have said. "But, I half suspect, of your father. "I'm tired of the life I'm leading. need me a little?" "Not a little, but a great deal. “You had only to ask——” “Do you think,” Anna interrupted, with a note of passion trembling also in her tone, “that I would have taken alms from Sir John, the man to whom I had lied for your sake. “He will find it difficult no doubt to alter his style of living,” she said. A hazy face appeared through the fog of sleep, pale and thin and looming. How can he help you?” She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his heart beat to music. The young officer sat in front, his hat perfectly straight.
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