I don’t want to know. He was damned if he knew what to do. ' Sign it," he added, as, after some further threats, the letter was indited according to his dictation, "and direct it to Mr. Won’t you let me—can’t I be of any assistance?” He was obviously in earnest. ’ For a moment Gerald said nothing at all. The struggles of the wounded man were desperate—so desperate, that in his agony he overset the table, and, in the confusion, tore off the cloth, and disclosed a face horribly mutilated, and streaming with blood. “Suppose you call me by my proper name,” she said quietly.
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