The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally. It wouldn’t be you. She had taken care he should have this momentous talk with her on a garden-seat commanded by the windows of the house. ’ ‘Ah, that is good,’ sighed the lady. That was the glorious if bewildering truth. Mr. The weather harmonized with their feelings. ‘Think I’m fool enough to do my business in a convent?’ he said scornfully. Lost ground must be regained. Bullding,” she declared. "Remember; we must keep the young fellow's thoughts away from himself. "I'll engage you for four days. “Don’t you understand? It is I whom you cared for in Paris, not Anna.
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