” She played with her hair. ‘A
convenient desire, Mademoiselle Charvill. You have to marry me. Why? He could preach the Word and
deny Love!—tame the savage heart, succour broken white men!—pray with his
face strained with religious fervour! The idea made her dizzy because it was so
inexplicable. Kneebone," observed
Shotbolt, as he emptied his tenth tumbler; "I'm sure he's meditating an escape,
and hopes to accomplish it to-night. At the same
time,” she added, in a suddenly altered tone, “it isn’t anything whatever to do
with you, is it?”
“Why not?” he answered. "Mr. Oh! thank you—thank you! I'm so happy!"
"Stop, Winny!" he answered, gravely; "I haven't promised yet.
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