"I am twenty," said the girl. Her state of mind would have seemed altogether discreditable to her grandmother. This, then, was the cause of the widow's wild inexplicable look,—of her sudden shriek! Explaining his suspicious in a whisper to Jack's captor, who proved to be a church-warden and a constable, by name John Dump,—Mr. I would be too 222 busy protecting you. While waiting for his coming she had stated her present and future relations with him with what had seemed to her the most satisfactory lucidity and completeness. Once he had managed to stake his claim, she would have all to do to prove her identity and win it back. The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally. But the current rumblings of internal discontent across the Channel were productive of unease in certain quarters. "I understand," she said. "What have you got there in your breast—a stone? Is there blood or water in your veins?" The dam broke, but not with violence. "Then I am old-fashioned. Had she not seen them go forth with tracts in their pockets and grins in their beards? To set fire to his imagination, to sting his sense of chivalry into being, to awaken his manhood, she must present some irresistible project.
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