Then she passed from the room on the arm of General Lord Charvill, chatting animatedly to him. . She produced a handkerchief, and with one sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping. “I remember hearing something about it. I thank God for His sunlight on your face. I beg that you will consider me your friend.
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