I have come to you for sympathy, perhaps for help. “Tell me,” she insisted, “why you look like that. "I cannot—dare not injure him," rejoined Trenchard, with a haggard look, and sinking, as if paralysed, into a chair. I made a wrong choice, it seems—but my voice remains. At the first glance, he imagined he must have stumbled upon a museum of rarities, there were so many glass-cases, so many open cabinets, ranged against the walls; but the next convinced him that if Jonathan was a virtuoso, his tastes did not run in the ordinary channels. Marvel, therefore, remained on his probation. I don’t know what has come over me. She recognized him as the man who had blundered into the wrong room.
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