Ennison stood still for a moment, swinging his latchkey upon his finger. She was not very clear about the position and duties of a chorus-girl, but it certainly had the air of being a last desperate resort. "You do love me?" "God knows how much!" Suddenly he laid his head on her shoulder. “Oh yes,” said Miss Klegg; “I thought every one knew. Ennison?” Sir John hesitated. "You mean you were just sorry for him?" "As I would be for any human being in pain.
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