"No, Sir Rowland," replied the attendant, "as you proposed to ride to Saint
Albans to-night, I thought you might choose to see him yourself. ”
She acted calm, but could not help being offended. "You're not hurt I hope, Sir Rowland?" inquired this individual. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and
ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled,
ashamed of her previous obtuseness. ’
‘Yes, but I need a word with Gerald,’ protested the captain, hanging back. How she had hated it!… All these
mumblings which were never explained, which carried no more sense to her
brain than they would have carried to Old Morgan's swearing parrot. ‘Who’d believe me? And I’d have
to tell my part in it all, too. Sheppard, passionately,—"he has
my boundless gratitude, and devotion.
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