"To the book!" she said. "To Nina Lempriere's book! You can drink now, George." "How any one can be unkind to dumb animals," said Rose, musing. "Why do you talk about my heart?" Jane started at this sudden voice of her own thought. "And he," she said, "has still a chance if I fail you?" She had wrung it from him, the thing that six days ago he had come to her to say. It was Jinny who lay there, Jinny, his wife. "Ah," she cried, "try not to hate me!" "George," she said ... "I love you for defending him" She closed her eyes, "I'm quite happy" Jane stood in the doorway, quietly regarding them.
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