Instinctively she knew—some human recollection she had inherited—that she must not disturb him in this man-agony. His demeanour then was sober enough to lend colour to that belief. That it provided proof of the girl’s identity was one thing. “I think we have,” he answered, gravely, and took her in his arms, and smoothed her hair from her forehead, and very tenderly kissed her lips. “Okay. Which, if we are not all of us very careful indeed, will be stolen from Miss Charvill. We’d soon cool that temper of yours. Just this? Parbleu, did he think this was enough? She did not wish to marry him—at least, not just because he was an Englishman. ’ ‘No, but you’ve made up for it since.
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