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He stepped quickly
towards her. Men have seen to that. She remained for a few moments standing as though
listening to his retreating footsteps. “I cannot thank you, Sir John,” she said. The bed was hard
beyond any experience of hers, the bed-clothes coarse and insufficient, the cell at
once cold and stuffy. Ramage?” he asked. Where her
husband saw only two youngsters in the mating mood, she felt that tragedy in
some phase lurked in this room—if only in the loneliness of these two, without
kith or kin apparently, thousands of miles from home. Winifred's
features would have been pretty, for they were regular and delicately formed, if
they had not been slightly marked by the small-pox;—a disorder, that sometimes
spares more than it destroys, and imparts an expression to be sought for in vain
in the smoothest complexion. She tried for
her usual confident tone, but only succeeded in sounding gruff, even to her own
ears. Mischief bubbled
up in her. “It rests with them by the nature of things. Me, I prefer to forget that I have such a father. I do not know if I
will have to escape quickly once more.
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