Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 177: what you’re looking at

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168 DARKE DARRELL. Leotine’s face grew swarthy, her eyes sparkling. Her glance at Darke said: ‘‘Father shall not speak for me touching that. I shall keep our pledge of friendship.” Darke’s brow grew hot, but he retained his self-posses- gion. “‘Hvery past obligation I consider amply canceled,” he said, with quiet dignity. ‘‘ They were unsought by me. I have no intention of seeking any in the future.” Nor had he—but he didn’t know, you see. (€ 2300 S) com (elo)