Wanton!… This, then,
was what her father had meant. Here, indeed, was a type with which he had never until now come
into contact—a natural woman. "
"I do not doubt it," returned Jack; "none but those who have experienced it can
understand the miseries of imprisonment. I’ve never had these
crying fits before. " Prudence shrugged. Swinging her arm in an arc, she let go of
the foil and it flew across the chapel towards the main door, crashing down
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shall hear of me no more. Water poured into her eyes,
nose, and mouth in a torrent from which she had to turn
and wheeze.
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