Move. A pretty name for a pretty girl. He uttered a deep groan, but said nothing. Lord Charvill champed upon an invisible bit for a moment or two, closing the gap between himself and the girl, and muttering the name to himself in an overwrought sort of way. “Please don’t,” she said. Drink this!” He poured out a glass of wine with a firm hand, and held it to her lips. She glanced into his face. Ennison. "Every honest man, Sir! He helps us to our own again.
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