Chapter VI A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly through his gold eye-glasses. “Have you heard things?” The tears stood in her eyes. Who is it?” The man came a little further into the room. “It’s something that bothers me. “Won’t you give me your address?” She shook her head. If it wasn’t for the fear that after all—but we won’t think of that. He beamed as she whispered to 22 him that she had seen a table so fine or tasted such wonders. “Miss Ellicot!” Brendon echoed. All the king's horses and all the king's men could not undo what was done; nor kill the strange exquisite flower that had grown up in his own lonely heart. He had made himself master of the layout of the house, that was plain. ” As Lucy got up to fetch Michelle a box of tissue, her mind spun wildly.
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