’
Her face fell. ‘But do you not see that he will come again? I think
it is better if you, both of you, go and leave me here to find—’ She broke off,
looking away. There was a huge desk of heavily carved ebony at one end, and at the centre, a
couple of straight-backed chairs stood before a great fireplace at the outer wall,
flanked by two bookshelves with casement windows above. ‘What did
you do with the portrait then? Not that I suppose it is much use any longer. Breakfast was laid for one, a
dish of fruit and a shining coffee equipage. The miserable woman staggered, uttered a deep groan, and fell senseless on the
straw. But if I escape, my gratitude—"
"Pshaw!" interrupted Jonathan, scornfully. Sir John felt hot and furious. They laughed and talked and stared about them. A vein of conviction
mingled with his burlesque. I am no exception.
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