35/43 Help me and I shall always be grateful to you. I do not know--I almost think that there must be somebody else, only I don't know who it can be." "Ah!" said Elizabeth, who had been gazing intently at the little holes in the beach which she had now cleared of the sand. She is a curious girl, Beatrice is. What are those letters, Mr.Davies ?" He looked at them idly. |