Will you read to me? I am tired; and the sound of
your voice makes me drowsy. Perhaps
what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of
his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites. "Spare me!" he groaned, looking upwards. "Surely," he added, staring at Rowland, "either
I'm greatly mistaken, or it is—"
"You are not mistaken, Baptist," returned Rowland with a gesture of silence; "it
is your old friend. “And yet you still live, Butterfly. “He is very kind, Anna, really, and not half such
a prig as he seems. "Well, like or not, I'm greatly pleased with it, and must beg it from you as a
memorial——"
"Of what?" she interrupted, startled by his change of manner. ”
He smiled bitterly as he handed her from the cab.
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