Here was no crooked soul; a little weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. John eased off. ’ ‘Alas. But it would be too risky. His glance came up again and met hers. Strange, I could never learn her history. —'How so?' says I. The next page was a drawing that she had made in pen and ink of his face, or what she had remembered of it. I’m not such a bad sort. When she awoke, the sun was high in Heaven.
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