I—well, I borrowed Anna’s name. Nor did he content himself with declaring his guiltlessness of the crime imputed to him, but began in his turn to menace his captor and accuser, loading the latter with the bitterest upbraidings. At sight of his wan features, she forgot the urgency of her need for a moment, and fell to her knees at his bedside, placing her hands on his slack ones where they lay on the soiled coverlet. He haunted a state between hectic dreaming and mild delirium, and she found herself talking aloud to him. “I wonder how it is,” she exclaimed, “that my friends have so much more confidence in me than I have in myself. ‘I want a word with you, my lad. I didn’t understand before that letter. Father— dead.
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