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Page 281 - Jennie saw the Director did not wish to let her out of his sight, and although she smiled at his suspicion, she answered politely, — " It is very kind of you to take so much trouble and devote so much of your time to me. I shall be glad of your company if you are quite certain I am not keeping you from something more important.
Page 179 - What can I say to you? How can I tell you how I admire, love, revere you?
Page 124 - Then he took her head in his hands and held it so that he could look into her eyes...
Page 350 - I beg her pardon" — his face lit up with a smile as his eyes rested on Maida — "if Lady Heroncourt wishes it.
Page 229 - Jake and another man coming along stealthily; that is to say, they were keeping in the shadow of the trees as much as possible and were walking as men walk when they are bent on evil.
Page 220 - I want you more than anything I've ever wanted before in my life. I am half out of iny mind for wanting you.
Page 211 - He stood for a moment as if uncertain what to do, then dragged one of the great wicker-chairs forward and sat down beside Maida. " My mother wrote and told me that you were here,