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She
gloried in it: he needed her. “Can you spare me forty pounds?” she said. He is the one who has said that she must go to the convent. Voilà tout. ’
That arrested her. But we’ve got the brains to get over that, and tongues in
our heads to talk to each other. “The thing I feel most disposed to say, Miss Stanley,” he began at last, “is that
this is very sudden. She will
die if she knows I have a gun. Do you hear me, Sir? Won't you stir!"
"Not a step," replied Langley, gruffly. At sight of his wan
features, she forgot the urgency of her need for a moment, and fell to her knees
at his bedside, placing her hands on his slack ones where they lay on the soiled
coverlet. “Do you play an instrument?”
“I play the fiddle sometimes. "
"And you want me to find a minister?" she asked, with ready comprehension. Sorrow lay in the back of his mind as he withdrew, but
he put it aside. It
was obvious that he had waited for her. She shut the door
behind her.
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