"And now," she added, with somewhat more composure, "leave me, dear friends, I entreat, for a few minutes to collect my scattered thoughts—to prepare myself for what I have to go through—to pray for my son. And, fearing you might not come to me, I forced my way hither, even with certainty of discomposing your friends. What! mum still. The slight smile that played upon Winifred's lips seemed to say that she was not quite so sure. . "No," replied Wild; "and I've only listened to your absurd proposal to see how far your insane attachment to this lad would carry you. The future? He dared not speculate upon that. The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. Rather would I have gone with Leonardo—and he wished me to do so. Annabel, tell me that you did not wish me dead. “Women would—they DO have far more power than they think, as influences, as inspirations. Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running from his cut hand.
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