Her fingers rested upon his. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. It was true. I—I don’t understand,” the man faltered wearily. —Give me the letters, my love," she added aloud, and in her most winning accents; "they're some wicked forgeries.
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