I could not dream of loving you. To be ill and helpless. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. When he came to a certain sentence in Brendon’s letter he stopped short and looked up at her. A bad one in a rough-and-tumble; all the water-front tricks. “No man can realize,” she said, “what that pit can be. I'd have got something nice. Wants me to look out for you a bit. Leave me my blanket! I'm very cold at night.
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