’ She paused,
struggling for the word. Lord Charvill champed upon an invisible bit for a moment or two, closing the
gap between himself and the girl, and muttering the name to himself in an
overwrought sort of way. But understand me thoroughly: I am offering you this job because my
friend wants to help you. Jackson: "ha! ha!"
"Not in the least, Ma'am," echoed Mr. “What’s that young lady’s name—girl in dark brown, stranger here?” Mr. Aralarındaki bağ, daha da derinleşti. ’ He frowned again. \" He commented heartily, wiping
the sweat from his brow with his hand. Perhaps
what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of
his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites.
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