I tried it myself, Sir. . But she veiled her feelings. I mean Miss Charvill no harm. The washerwoman reported that she had seen a man one day riding out for an early morning hunt, but was unsure of his identity. "I declare you throw me into an ague. 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. "I'm afraid I must decline to tell you. One more passer-by; and always would she remember his patience and tenderness and disinterestedness. That same adventurousness that had already buoyed her through crises that would have overwhelmed any normally feminine girl with shame and horror now became uppermost again.
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