’ ‘No, miss,’ cut in Kimble. At the threshold of the study he bade her good-night; but he did not touch her forehead with his lips. To return was impossible,—to raise himself certain destruction. At last the panel swung back into the library. A deep silence, however, now prevailed, broken only by the tolling of the bells of Newgate and St. Maybe later. During all their long comradeship he had never so much as ventured to hold her fingers. We have seen pitted cheeks, which we would not exchange for dimples and a satin skin. “Please stop fighting me.
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