Only she was conscious of an unfamiliar and wonderful emotion. . Will you forgive me—if I say no more?” She looked at him with perplexed, earnest eyes. Jackson?" said Wood, significantly. He had been very easy or she had been very lucky. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. "He's about to cross the river. A. ’ ‘And you do not know me. ’ ‘Of course she could not have known to whom they belonged. CHAPTER VIII.
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