"
He was eager to win her yet, and he did not see the end at which she
aimed. He felt he must tell her all the passion and love he felt. But
her look gave no encouragement, her eyes were uninviting.
Sheila smiled painfully. "Yes, mad and hopeless, for be sure of this: we
cannot kill in one day the growth of years. I could not cure myself of
loving him by marrying you. There had to be some other cure for that.
I never knew and never loved my father. But he was my father, and if
Mr. Calhoun killed him, I could not marry him. But at last I came to
know that your love and affection could not make me forget him--
no, never. I realize that now. He and I can never come together,
but I owe him so much--I owe him my life, for he saved it; he must ever
have a place in my heart, be to me more than any one else can be. I want
you to do something for him."
"What do you wish?"
"I want you to have removed from him the sentence of the British
Government. I want him to be free to come and go anywhere in the world
--to return to England if he wishes it, to be a free man, and not a
victim Off Outlawry.
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