But he was at last persuaded that I mean you no harm, and that I might—just possibly, since I am both a gentleman and a major of militia—be able to be of more assistance to you than he himself. But he did not follow on with the thought. " "Iss, Massa Ireton," replied the black. At last his voice came to release her tension. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. Then he did give way a bit. Kneebone nodded. He was content to watch her accepting compliments and gaudy bouquets full of red roses, white carnations, and purple statice. She trembled; but she did not know why. Saw the villain through the keyhole.
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