She
had thought—What had she thought? That this dependence of women was but an
illusion which needed only to be denied to vanish. "Give me the link," cried Jonathan. "
"What gives you that idea?"
"Well, we could find no letter of credit, no letters, no labels in his clothes—not a
single clew to his real identity. God help me. If she mentioned Ramage he might have a fit—anything
might happen. He meets
Anna, and claims her as his wife. When in the plenitude of his power,
he commenced a terrible trade, till then unknown—namely, a traffic in human
blood. See!" she added, tearing the rag
from her head,—"I had beautiful black hair once. "
"O Heavens!" screamed Winifred, while her father lifted up his hands in silent
horror. He had meant to come at his business in a
roundabout way, but for that little slip.
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