"I'm at your mercy, Poll," rejoined Kneebone, abjectly. His expression became pained. That was the Frenchie, Valade, surely. Forgive me if a certain warmth creeps into my words! The Park is green and gray to-day, but I am glowing pink and gold. Spurling had retired for the night. . You must forgive the poet’s license I take.
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