Miss Dartle played backgammon as eagerly as she did everything else.
Miss Dartle,” I returned, “you are surely not so unjust as to condemn me!
I was convinced that the scoundrel spoke of himself, and I saw my conviction reflected in Miss Dartle's face.
Miss Dartle softly touched her, and bent down her head to whisper, but she would not hear a word.
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