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Michael's Crag by Grant Allen
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"He has his daughter still," Le Neve put in, vaguely. It was all he
could think of to say by way of consolation; and to him, Cleer
Trevennack would have made up for anything.

A strange shade passed over Tyrrel's face. Eustace noted it
instinctively. Something within seemed to move that Cornish heart.
"Yes, he has his daughter still," the Squire of Penmorgan answered,
with a vacant air. "But for me, that only makes things still worse
than before.... How can she pardon my act? What can she ever think of
me?"

Le Neve turned sharply round upon him. There was some undercurrent in
the tone in which he spoke that suggested far more than the mere words
themselves might perhaps have conveyed to him. "What do you mean?" he
asked, all eager, in a quick, low voice. "You've met Miss Trevennack
before? You've seen her? You've spoken to her?"

For a second Tyrrel hesitated; then, with a burst, he spoke out. "I
may as well tell you all," he cried, "now I've told you so much. Yes,
I've met her before, I've seen her, I've spoken to her."

"But she didn't seem to recognize you," Le Neve objected, taken aback.

Tyrrel shook his head despondently. "That's the worst of it all," he
answered, with a very sad sigh. "She didn't even remember me.... She
was so much to me; and to her--why, to HER, Eustace--I was less than
nothing."

"And you knew who she was when you saw her just now?" Le Neve asked,
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