” She put her wrists upon his shoulders, feeling him surge with the pride of his own masculinity as she touched him. “I cannot thank you, Sir John,” she said. “I will tell you the truth. "I don't know what I think," Wood answered sulkily; and he bent his eyes upon the water, as if he wished to avert his attention forcibly from the scene. ‘I knew it. A hazy face appeared through the fog of sleep, pale and thin and looming. "Judging from what you tell me, I've no doubt he's the illegitimate offspring of some handsome, but lowborn profligate; in which case, he'll neither have name, nor wealth for his inheritance.
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