But—It’s just this: who was to be hurt?”
“I wish no one had to be hurt,” said Ann Veronica. For a few moments, Thames regarded the little girl through the half-opened door
in silence. Her patience was waning fast. Nothing, in short, was too extravagant
to be related of it; and Jonathan, who delighted in investing himself and his
residence with mystery, encouraged, and perhaps originated, these marvellous
tales. He had a quick, shrewd, merry eye, and a look in
which duplicity was agreeably veiled by good humour. When he awoke, it was late in the day; but though
he heard voices outside, and now and then caught a glimpse of a face peeping at
him through the iron grating over the door, no one entered the prison, or held any
communication with him. No; the future was not so dark; there was a bit of dawn visible. I wonder why on
earth the curtains are drawn. "What is this?" she wanted to know.
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