I sang to him, and he was satisfied. How can he help you?” She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his heart beat to music. “You remember our first meeting?” “Yes,” he answered hoarsely. Told you how it would be. . Drawing a pistol, and unclosing his lantern with the quickness of thought, he then burst through an open trap-door into a small loft. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love.
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