"Please sir, don't whip her," he said, pleadingly. "I'll own up. It was me that put the sulphur in the stove.",
"The value of its wages, sir, will depend upon its length," interrupted Mr Lawrence.,
In boyish sympathy his hand reached out to clasp the slender brown one clenched upon the white cloth. He longed to ask her if what the Settlement was saying—that she was going to marry Hinter—was true. And then as quickly as the thought itself came shame of it. His hand clasped her hand more tightly..
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