He figures them out, though. If ever I did meet a man I could
love, I should love him”—her voice dropped again—“platonically. They were so
nearly alike that the difference would be due to a shaky hand. It jars with all my ideas. “Not much,” he answered, “and yet about all there is to be known, I fancy. You poor man, what have you been doing to yourself?”
“Nothing except travelling all night,” he answered. "Spare me!" he groaned, looking upwards. The tears were streaming down her face, her
voice was thick with sobs. “You can say what you have to say before Mr. "
"Holloa! my hearty!" cried Ben, starting to his feet. And as he gave back the portfolio to Sir Rowland he contrived, unobserved, to
slip the precious document into his sleeve, and from thence into his pocket. She realized dimly that there was no personal thing behind
his cry, that countless myriads of Mannings had “My God!”-ed with an equal
gusto at situations as flatly apprehended.
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