Determined, however, not be taken with life, he held on. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. There was no keeping Sheila from the truth, and it was better that anyone who lived under her roof knew it. There were the burnt papers still in the grate.
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