” He meditated. I'd like to shake you until your bones rattled; but the bones of a Roundhead wouldn't rattle to any purpose. The affair was thick with sinister suggestions. “There have been other times,” he said a little sadly. Something he saw there made him feel for a moment ashamed. Miss Ellicot, who sang ballads, and liked Brendon to turn over the pages for her, tossed her head. Above all, beware of Sir Rowland Trenchard. You might even tire of me by then, you know.
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