The things we do!

Of this he did not speak to any one till long
afterward, and his silence was almost his undoing.
How often a word spoken or unspoken may have the very deuce in it
either way!
The girls were nearly dead from fright, and in order to make any sort
of progress Brandon had to carry the princess and help Jane until he
thought they were out of danger. Jane soon recovered, but Mary did not
seem anxious to walk, and lay with her head upon Brandon's shoulder,
apparently contented enough.
In a few minutes Jane said, "If you can walk now, my lady, I think you
had better. We shall soon be near Fishmonger's Hall, where some one is
sure to be standing at this hour."
Mary said nothing in reply to Jane, but, as Brandon fell a step or two
behind at a narrow crossing, whispered:
"Forgive me, forgive me; I will do any penance you ask; I am unworthy
to speak your name. I owe you my life and more--and more a thousand
times." At this she lifted her arm and placed her hand upon his cheek
and neck.


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