“I did it for love of you,” he said. ”
“What?”
“That’s the devil of it!”
“Devil of what?. If only
for the sake of her argument with her home, she wanted success. You are captain of
your soul; don't forget your Henley. "Slip on the handcuffs," cried the thief-taker. ’
The girl nodded understandingly. “Go it, miss!” cried one. When the prisoner was brought
into this room, he was again questioned; but, continuing contumacious,
preparations were made for inflicting the torture. In between naps she increasingly found herself gazing
at him, his large nose, his eyes circled in silvery plum
shadows, his thin lips parted as he slept baring a rim of
perfect teeth. "
"You have no son," rejoined Sir Rowland, moodily.
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