Ireton," cried Jack, in accents of the most urgent entreaty, "before you take me hence, I implore you—if you would further the ends of justice—search this house. She is no longer mine; she is yours. She sat on the edge of the bed overwhelmed, the roses cradled in her arms. " At the mention of the latter occurrence, a dark cloud gathered upon the stranger's brow. Sheila wouldn’t allow me to date a boy even if he was only fifteen—I mean sixteen, like I am, you see. "Ay, to business," returned Jonathan, grinning, "the sooner the better.
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