They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals. Impassive by nature and training, he was conscious to-night of a strange sense of excitement, of exhilaration tempered by a dull background of disappointment. This man was apparently not sure whether he was Meysey Hill or not. And don’t tell me what you’ve been up to, dashing off to Remenham House with that Kimble lad, and Lord knows what besides, because I don’t want to know. ” She realized it was possible to be sorry for him—acutely sorry for the situation. "You needn't go far to do that," returned Quilt; "there he stands. I’m sorry. I came in by the vestry, and we will go out that way again.
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