" The clock tinkled ten. You're a queer lad. By the by, my dear, I forgot to ask your name—perhaps you'll oblige me with it now? Hell and the devil!—gone!" He looked around in vain. ’ Trodger frowned, and chewed his lip. Wild, and his uncle, Sir Rowland Trenchard. She wondered wildly why she had stood up. She worried for her father in Mantua, 28 hoping that he was still alive. And Ann Veronica walked beside him, trying in vain to soften her heart to him by the thought of how she had ill-used him, and all the time, as her feet and mind grew weary together, rejoicing more and more that at the cost of this one interminable walk she escaped the prospect of—what was it?—“Ten thousand days, ten thousand nights” in his company.
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