Ramage—about the forty pounds. She flew up from her stool and faced
the door. The inn was a military haunt. He passed his arm under that of the constable,
and drew him aside. "If you have contrived to break out of your confinement,
villain, this is the last place where you ought to show yourself. "Tell him that I—his adopted son, Thames Darrell—
am detained here by Jonathan Wild. ‘Don’t try to turn it off,’ ordered Miss Froxfield. His perception of her personal beauty deepened and quickened with each
encounter. It could not be a legal marriage. I hope that you did not
permit her to feed?”
“But I did! I did!” She sobbed. He well knows that but two lives—those of
Thames Darrell and Sir Rowland Trenchard,—stand between you and the vast
possessions of the family. “My God! Ann Veronica,” he said, struggling to keep his hold upon her; “my
God! Tell me—tell me now—tell me you love me!”
His expression was as it were rapaciously furtive. "Drink this," cried Jonathan, handing her the cup. Gifts came from Florence: rubies and emeralds, a
beautiful statue of Santa Maria for their garden grotto, a
gorgeous silk tapestry of a hunting scene that alone made
the price of her dowry look paltry.
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