The girl was in the game now, and that narrowed the circle. A lucky escape. Anything
that might stir the sense of love And God has mocked me through it all. "It is", seplied Winifred; "have you brought any tidings of Thames Darrell!"
"Troth have I!" replied Terence: "but, bless your angilic face, how did you
contrive to guess that?"
"Is he well?—is he safe?—is he coming back," cried the little girl, disregarding
the question. She was
dressed in a simple evening gown of soft creamy silk, with a yoke of dark old
embroidery that enhanced the gentle gravity of her style, and her black hair
flowed off her open forehead to pass under the control of a simple ribbon of
silver. “I must go. She was not squeamish—although the sight
of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but
Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience. “There is one thing I must concentrate on at the moment,” she told herself, “and
that is how to pay my next week’s bill to Mrs. ‘You know perfectly well that
she is the daughter of the Comtesse de St Erme. ’ Then all at once remembrance made her smile. ”
“I sent a telegram to say I was all right. “How I am to earn enough sous for my dinner to-morrow—or failing that, what I
can sell.
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