” “I do not know who he is,” Brendon said quietly, “but he will not forget. He embraced her like her father once had. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home. ‘Don’t, miss,’ uttered the boy. “See you to-night, I suppose?” He sauntered off. ‘Sleeping like a baby, he is. “Why on earth did you TELL me?” he cried. For a nun at night it is less dangerous than for the jeune demoiselle. "What the devil makes you out so late? And what has happened to you, man, eh?—you seem in a queer plight. "Well, I will see him," replied the knight, after a moment's pause; "he may be from the Earl of Mar.
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