Have you ever heard the name of Meysey Hill?” “Meysey Hill?” He repeated it after her, and she knew at once from his tone and his quick glance into her face that the name possessed some significance for him. But days had now passed. Did he see him, this Monsieur Charvill?’ ‘I don’t rightly know, miss,’ confessed Kimble. That day Gerald had brought her to this excessively careful house, where she had felt very much alone and very unlike herself. Books! She knew now what had saved her—her mother's hand, reaching down from heaven, had set the giver's flaming eyes upon the covers of these books. Besides, I would tear out my tongue rather than let it speak her mother's infamy. I have established a fine trade.
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