"What is this!" cried Sir Rowland. ’
‘What heir?’
‘Exactly. "
"Let me go," implored Mrs. At the corner of Liquorpond Street stood the old Hampstead coach-office; and,
on the night in question, a knot of hostlers, waggoners, drivers, and stable-boys
was collected in the yard. "Mr. "
"May be not," replied the old sailor, drily; "but you'll find it too stiff for you tonight, anyhow. And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or
had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared
should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut
the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters. . ”
She turned and looked at him. The effort to maintain
her self-control was almost superhuman.
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