Jonathan Wild brought him off. ‘Hilary, thank God! Have you a pistol about you? Or better yet, your sword. Over the mantel, set
into an ornately carved panel with fluted columns at each end, was a portrait of a
man on horseback. "
"At least, I will hope so," returned Winifred. Her figure, though slight, had all the fulness of health; and her
complexion—still pale, but without its former sickly cast,—contrasted agreeably,
by its extreme fairness, with the dark brows and darker lashes that shaded eyes
which, if they had lost some of their original brilliancy, had gained infinitely
more in the soft and chastened lustre that replaced it. "
"There it is;" replied the other, tossing him the glove. ‘General, we do not know. No doubt—
because he did not understand you—he thought you had run away with
someone.
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