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Harry Heathcote of Gangoil

CHAPTER XII
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She had asked her sister for help; and this was the help that was forth-coming--help so palpable, so manifest, as to be almost indelicate! Would he think that plans were being made to catch him, now that he was a captive and impotent?
The thought that it was possible that such an idea might occur to him was terrible to her.

She would rather lose him altogether than feel the stain of such a suggestion on her own conscience.

She put the glass of wine down on the little table by his side, and then attempted to withdraw.
"Stay a moment with me," he said.

"Where are they all ?" "Mary and your mother are inside.

Harry and Mr.Bates have gone across to look at the horses." "I almost feel as though I could walk, too." "You must not think of it yet, Mr.Medlicot.It seems almost a wonder that you shouldn't have to be in bed, and you with your collar-bone broken only last night! I don't know how you can bear it as you do." "I shall be so glad I broke it, if one thing will come about." "What thing ?" asked Kate, blushing.
"Kate--may I call you Kate ?" "I don't know," she said.
"You know I love you, do you not?
You must know it.


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