"You hay'n't hurt your arm, I trust, my dear?" he added, anxiously. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. CHAPTER XVI. . "The youth whom you delivered to Van Galgebrok,—Thames Darrell, is returned. For five minutes he has been trying to think of something to say. " "Ah, yes; that coat. " "It's that, but it interferes with the college spirit stuff. " Sir Rowland moved irresolutely towards the door, but recoiled before a sad spectacle. ‘It is in truth you?’ ‘Of course it is I. ’ ‘Parbleu, it is I who am the idiot?’ she scolded furiously, removing one hand and digging it into her sleeve. He talked in the same style, and pretty nearly in the same language; laughed in the same manner, and coughed, or sneezed at the same time. ‘Oh, the Frenchie. There was no way of recalling the words; so she waited. Wouldn't take my advice.
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