A creeping numbness invaded her. "I understand," replied the stranger, unable to repress a smile. "Kidnapped, and sent to France by one uncle, it was my lot to fall into the hands of another,—my father's own brother, the Marshal Gaucher de Chatillon; to whom, and to the Cardinal Dubois, I owed all my good fortune. “My sister,” she murmured, “is so independent. Ray Plote was most certainly feeling restless, what if he had left the house for the evening? She needed to eat. He drew her away from this thought. He walked on for an hour longer, till he could scarcely drag one leg after another. At sight of his wan features, she forgot the urgency of her need for a moment, and fell to her knees at his bedside, placing her hands on his slack ones where they lay on the soiled coverlet. The few pence left in her purse would only provide a very scanty lunch. “I wonder how it is,” she exclaimed, “that my friends have so much more confidence in me than I have in myself.
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