"What motive have you for concealment?" he demanded. "Nothing—nothing," she answered, bursting into tears. The spinster saw herself growing warm again in the morning sunshine of youth —a flaring ember before the hearth grew cold. . “Don’t be an ass, Ferringhall,” he said tersely. Jests are not for seasons like this. They took their places at a distant table.
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