"Mr. " "Willingly," replied Wild. ” He shook her diminutive hand. Whenever McClintock had guests, he loafed with them on the west veranda in the morning. “We sent for you several hours ago,” he remarked. The latter looked very pale, either from the effect of his wound, which was not yet entirely healed, or from suppressed emotion,—partly, perhaps, from both causes,—and wore his left arm in a sling. Beauty has bloomed and faded. It may not be just, it may not be fair, but things are so. He could scarcely blame her. You are yet a child; and though you have strayed from the right path, a stronger hand than your own has led you thence.
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