"He's a base, deceitful, tyrannical, hoary-headed libertine—that's what he is. Mountains out of molehills and armies out of windmills; and you'll tire yourself in one direction and shatter yourself in the other. “H’m!” he said, regarding the wreckage with a calmer visage. Before the first month was gone, McClintock admitted that the boy was a find. She was suddenly grave. Lord Charvill champed upon an invisible bit for a moment or two, closing the gap between himself and the girl, and muttering the name to himself in an overwrought sort of way. The thought of you, wandering from pillar to post, believing yourself hunted—it tore my old heart to pieces! For I knew you. ‘But we—mon mari and myself—we have the bonne chance.
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