"A vow," she answered,—"a vow to my dead husband. " "I'll ring for one," replied Kneebone, rising accordingly; "but I fear my servants are gone to bed. “And as for praying for faith—this sort of monologue is about as near as any one of my sort ever gets to prayer. It is not every sort of creature needs—these males. She had a horrible glimpse of the once nice little old lady being also borne stationward, still faintly battling and very muddy—one lock of grayish hair straggling over her neck, her face scared, white, but triumphant.
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