It was Jack, wasn’t it?’ ‘Aye, s-sir. She closed her eyes as if asleep, her hands folded neatly on her abdomen. "Why came she here?" "She could not resist the hand of fate which drew her hither," replied Sir Cecil, mournfully. It was horrible, but what could she do? She meant to live her own life, and he meant, with contempt and insults, to prevent her. "Save me!—save me!" "Damnation!" vociferated Jonathan, savagely. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.
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