“What were you trying to do?” Lucy asked. ” “I can assure you,” he answered, “that it isn’t a habit of mine. For although I must confess it reads very much like an application or a testimonial or some such thing as that, I can assure you I am writing this in fear and trembling with a sinking heart. I can't spare you at present. I shall only pray that I may reward you for all your goodness to me. I did not care—no woman really cares—to play the beggar maid to your King Cophetua. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. " "By depriving him of 'em, eh! But I'm sorry you hurt his lordship, Terry. ’ Melusine hardly dared believe she had heard him aright. She was no longer there. ‘No, but I seen the light, sir. Impressed with this idea, he paused for a moment to listen. ] CHAPTER VIII Slowly Ruth entered her own room. He turned to her and pinned her against the headrest with his kisses.
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