"Please," said Scrap, still more earnestly, "won't you clear your mind of everything except just truth? You don't owe me anything. How should you?"
"I don't owe you anything?" echoed Briggs. "Why, I owe you my first sight of—of—"
"Oh, for goodness sake—for goodness sake," said Scrap entreat
The Enchanted April
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Elizabeth von Arnim
