Three Weeks
Page 95Oh! her dear thought! her dear, tender thought--for Pike! His little friend!
And Sir Charles made believe he saw nothing, as he stole from the place, his rugged face twitching a little, and his keen eyes dim.
Oh! her dear thought! her dear, tender thought--for Pike! His little friend!
And Sir Charles made believe he saw nothing, as he stole from the place, his rugged face twitching a little, and his keen eyes dim.