Mr. He was indeed still in the throes of his bewilderment. To-night she had a curious feeling that she stood upon the threshold of some change. I should lose every scrap of independence—even my self-respect. . " "I cannot repent,—I cannot pray," replied Jack, recovering his hardened demeanour. ’ He added on a teasing note, ‘Though if there’s anything suspicious we can always get the key from Pottiswick. Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. Voting wouldn’t do no ‘arm to ‘er. In a momentary fury she seized and tore in pieces the study which remained upon the easel.
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