’ ‘Merci,’ she sighed and, surrendering at last to his oft-proffered aid, allowed her head to droop onto his chest. “John, you were never bound to me, you don’t owe me anything. If only there had not been this single torturing thought—a mere pin-prick, but still curiously persistent. Part 6 He became quite sure, by a sort of accumulation of reflection, as the day wore on. She twanged the catgut under her fingers. She took Mr. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. Perhaps in two or three weeks. Wood," said she, in the deep, hoarse accents of consumption; "and may God Almighty bless and reward you for your kindness! You were always the best of masters to my poor husband; and now you've proved the best of friends to his widow and orphan boy.
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