"The pocket-book you prigged contained the letters I wanted. Her fingers found the lump she sought and, with a little effort, she dragged out the black-wrapped foil. It tore her apart. David Courtlaw—Sir John Ferringhall. That Capes should love her seemed beyond the compass of her imagination. " Together they were making habitable the second bungalow, which was within calling distance of McClintock's. There was all the knavery, and more than all the drollery of a Spanish picaroon in the laughing eyes of the English apprentice; and, with a little more warmth and sunniness of skin on the side of the latter, the resemblance between them would have been complete. Surely his calculated desire to sit near her meant that his attention had surely been brought from its normal diversions into her realm. "I'll tell you why," he said.
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