"I cannot—dare not injure him," rejoined Trenchard, with a haggard look, and sinking, as if paralysed, into a chair. "But calm yourself, dear sister, or the interview will be too much for you. Her motherly features creased into anxious wrinkles. Ray did not pace, he just stood. He not only did this, but supplied him with an ointment which allayed the swelling of his limbs, and crowned all by furnishing him with a jug of excellent ale. You’ll end up dead, that’s what. ‘Oh, I do love a flatterer. He slackened his pace as he reached the flat. The idea that he held in his arms the girl whom he had once so passionately loved, and for whom he still retained an ardent but hopeless attachment, almost overcame him. ” He said happily. ’ He turned to the goggling footman and thrust him towards the coach.
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