"Is—is he covered?" murmurs Mona, with difficulty, growing pale, and shrinking backwards. Instinctively she lays her hand on Rodney's arm, as though desirous of support. He, laying his own hand upon hers, holds it in a warm and comforting clasp.
Burning Keno, "So do I, often,—very often," says Mr. Rodney, sadly still, but genially.
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Burning Keno He is overcome with contrition, and would perhaps have said something betraying his scorn of himself, but she prevents him..
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