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“Let me know the truth. Then he rallied, smiling a little. Hollo rumbled in his
throat. “Of course it is okay!” Cathy’s voice rose in volume
and in pitch. “You decline to help us in any way, then,” he said. She thought of him as
always courteous and helpful, as realizing, indeed, his ideal of protection and
service, as chivalrously leaving her free to live her own life, rejoicing with an
infinite generosity in every detail of her irresponsive being. The uncanny directness of those gray eyes, the absence of diffidence,
the beauty of the face in profile (full, it seemed a little too broad to make for
perfect beauty), the mellow voice that came full and free, without hesitance, all
combined to mark her as the most unusual young woman he had ever met. She told the porter to
take it to the booking-office, and it was only after a disconcerting moment or so
that she found she ought to have directed him to go to the cloak-room. She owed the nun a
great deal, including her command of English, for no one else thought to ensure
she could speak her mother tongue. "I say," retorted Edgeworth Bess, with a very unfeminine imprecation, "I shan't
stand any more of that nonsense. "
"Respecting Thames Darrell?" observed Jack. "Fly, Captain, fly!" vociferated Blueskin; "I shan't be able to keep these devils
down.
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