my one prop, my one stay, that prospect of immediate measures which alone preserved in me such coolness as I had retained until now. I was cool no longer; where I had relied on practical direction I was baffled and hindered and driven mad; on my honor believe I was little less for some moments, groaning, cursing, and beating the air with impotent fists - in one of them my poor love’s letter crushed already to a ball.

Danger and difficulty I had been prepared to face; but the task that I was set


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“Only for a day or two,” was the reply. “I shan’t trouble you, Mr. Cole.”

“My dear sir, that wasn’t my meaning at all. I’n only sorry I shall not see something of you on your own heath. I can’t thank you enough for your kind suggestion. When do you suppose the Braithwaites could do with me?”

His charming smile rebuked my impatience.


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