Marry him?
Indeed I did, scores of times.

Rescue him?
Regularly.
He was wounded, he was attacked by fevers unnumbered, he fled in peril of his life, he vegetated in countless prisons, he was misunderstood, he was a martyr to suspicion, he was falsely accused, falsely condemned.
And then, just before the worst occurred, _I_ appear!--the inevitable I." She dropped back into the chair, laughing.

Her colour was high, her eyes brilliant; she laid her arms along the velvet arms of the chair and looked at him.
"I've not had you to talk to for a whole week," she said; "and you'll let me; won't you?
I can't help it, anyway, because as soon as I see you--crack! a million thoughts wake up in me and clipper-clapper goes my tongue.

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