Sheila wouldn’t allow me to date a boy even if he was only fifteen—I mean sixteen, like I am, you see. "And, oh! forgive me, though I can never forgive myself, for the misery I have caused you. ” “I am your friend,” he said slowly, “whatever you may have to tell me. Yet he’s been here for six years, and he’s as much a fixture as that sham mahogany sideboard. But we're neglecting the punch all this time. Double-crossing wouldn't do any good. Tell me, Sir," she added, with forced calmness, and grasping Wood's arm; "what has Jack done? Tell me in a word, that I may know the worst.
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