“I hope you realize,” he went on, in a lower and less assured tone, “that I am in
earnest—very much in earnest. ”
Anna wheeled an easy chair to the fire. My heart
misgives me. Through no fault of her own. "
Figg turned aside to hide the tears that started to his eyes,—for the stout prizefighter, with a man's courage, had a woman's heart,—and the procession again
set forward. The door was too strong,
and too well secured, to break open,—the walls too thick: but the ceiling,—if he
could reach it—there, he doubted not, he could make an outlet. “Miss Pellissier,” he said, “I came here this afternoon hoping particularly to see
you for a few moments before you signed that contract.
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