And now, my love," she added, with a relenting look, "I'm content to make up our quarrel. I am the cause of his ill-usage. “Miserable bounder,” he murmured. It has been only the sort of nonsense which passes lightly enough between half the men and women in London. ” The man hesitated. His voice had changed, the joy had gone out of it; and she understood that something from the past had rolled up to spoil this hour. He must preserve it, however, as they preserved the Ark of the Covenant. ‘Though we might have done, if a certain addlepated clothhead hadn’t let her get away.
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