I know. I do—with all my heart. "Whose child can this be?" "How the devil should I know!" replied Jonathan gruffly. Mind, when we were all growed up, it were different. "Thank Heaven! I'm not basely born. ‘Seems quiet enough,’ observed the junior officer, his gaze raking the shuttered windows of the building’s grey stone frontage. “Forgive me,” he said, “but I want to hear it from your sister. She was quite a beauty, all in white, and I can still see how much you resemble her. ‘Did I say so? When last heard from you were claiming some good English name. If they hadn't sent for me, you'd have pegged out before morning. There is some deep treachery hidden beneath his words. I get the feeling that you are special, so alone, so beautiful that I must get to the bottom of you if it takes my whole life.
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