There is not a soul in the inn but ourselves. She wanted to come, and I wouldn't let her. “It’s—private. ‘I’m on your side. He stopped, panting hard, slamming his cane to the floor to make use of its much-needed support. He could not tell whether she was English or American. The dusky obscurity of the room was twice welcome. The day was so darkly overcast that she had to turn on the small white porcelain lamp that sat upon the makeup crowded vanity. He certainly bore inspection. Recognising the handwriting, he glanced swiftly at the signature, and uttering an explosive curse, cast the paper from him. . ‘I didn’t mean to hurt you so badly,’ he said, still meeting her eyes, unaware that his hold about her hand had tightened a little.
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