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"Do you mock me?" cried Jack, levelling a pistol at him. ‘At last,’ he cried, ‘I have found
you!’ He would listen to nothing. She watched
them sleep for what seemed hours from the high window
until her body grew colder than the stone sill she perched
upon. To Gerald’s eye, the refugees therefore presented a
rather forlorn little group, almost huddling together and chattering in low tones
in their own tongue. It is better that you go away now, I think. Little things, almost impalpable, had happened to justify that
doubt; something in his manner had belied his words. ”
“Shirts?”
“Shirts at one—and—something a dozen. Will you forgive me—if I say no
more?”
She looked at him with perplexed, earnest eyes. Jack then intimated his intention of
visiting Winifred's chamber, in which several articles of value were known to be
kept; but as, notwithstanding his reckless character, he still retained a feeling of
respect for the object of his boyish affections, he would not suffer Blueskin to
accompany him, so he commanded him to keep watch over the sleepers—strictly
enjoining him, however, to do them no injury. ’
‘Oh,’ Gerald uttered, disappointed.
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