“By all mins, senhor; there is no harm in that.”
I was at her side before another word could pass his withered lips.
“Miss Denison, will you grant me five minutes’, conversation? It may be the last that we shall ever have together!”
Uncovering her face, she looked at me with a strange terror in her great eyes; then with a questioning light that was yet more strange, for in it there was a wistfulness I could not comprehend. She suffered me to take her hand,
“By all mins, senhor; there is no harm in that.”
I was at her side before another word could pass his withered lips.
“Miss Denison, will you grant me five minutes’, conversation? It may be the last that we shall ever have together!”
Uncovering her face, she looked at me with a strange terror in her great eyes; then with a questioning light that was yet more strange, for in it there was a wistfulness I could not comprehend. She suffered me to take her hand,
