John, I shall eat that whole tin of sardines. "I have not many days,—perhaps, not many hours to live. ” “You need help and sympathy more, Anna,” he pleaded, “and I have the right, yes I have the right to offer you both. There was no sense in creating further difficulties for herself by arguing with the sergeant over her identity. How can he help you?” She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his heart beat to music. I’ve got no feminine class feeling. I called myself Anna.
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