F for a friend; and Mr. Francis, unable to resist the pleading look,
pushed his way towards her, and, quietly drawing her arm within his own,
led her homewards down the grassy slope to the shore, over the rough,
uneven sand, and in at the humble cottage door. Nance received her with
open arms, into which Valmai sank with a passionate burst of tears,
during which Mr. Francis went out unnoticed.  Poor little fellow.
CHAPTER XIV. UNREST. The summ
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