The Survivor by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim
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He rose up, and would have slunk off, but she caught him by the arm. He shook her away, but there was no escape. He looked around like a hunted animal. She sat down by his side, and he was a prisoner. "Come," Douglas whispered. They rose up and went off together. CHAPTER XXX DAVID AND JOAN "Joan." "Well, David?" "You have had your way with me. I have suffered you to bring me here, to make me eat and drink. Now I am ready to go. "But where? You do not look as though you had any settled lodging. We can find you a room here for awhile. You have not told me yet how it is that you are alive after all." He pushed back a mass of tangled hair and looked at her grimly. "So it was Father who told you that I was dead, eh?" |
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