” It was her last evening in that wrappered life against which she had rebelled. "What proof have you of the truth of this story?" inquired Trenchard. She was nearly dead. He was keen to get to work, but the inspiration would not come. Any one less courageous than himself would have abandoned the attempt from a conviction of its utter hopelessness; but, though it might for a moment damp his ardour, it could not deter him. A few bricks, dislodged probably by his last descent, came clattering down the chimney, and as it was perfectly dark, gave him the notion that some one was endeavouring to force an entrance into the room. “My heart, my dove, I only want to heal you. “There’s no end of things I’d like to talk over with you.
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