“That young
man was giving a luncheon party to a dozen friends at the Café de Paris to-day. He leapt down into the haha surrounding the
terrace, and saw that the nun was there also and backing towards him, anxiously
checking now and then above the level of the terrace. It was a
copy of the pencil sketch taken of him nine years ago by Winifred, and
awakened a thousand tender recollections. Even if you were sick in the mind and did
not understand what you were doing, it's a mighty cruel thing you have done. Advancing towards Wood, Jonathan fixed his keen gray eyes upon him, and
demanded, in a stern tone whether the persons who had taken refuge in the
adjoining house, were bailiffs. "
"Pray cease this nonsense," said Winifred, "and quit the room, or I will call for
assistance. ”
“Clear out?” cried Hetty. He would
pursue that little pastime on some other occasion. “I want my life to be
beaten gold just in order to make it a fitting setting for yours. Why had he kissed her? What had led him into that? Neither love nor passion—
utter blankness so far as reducing the act to terms.
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