" "Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river is passing before me. . . Hell's curses! that after all my precautions I should be thus entrapped. She could have traded it for gold nuggets and lived like a queen for a few weeks, but she did not. I don’t love you. O'Higgins did not confide in me. After an affectionate parting with Winifred, Thames was conducted by the carpenter to his sleeping apartment—a comfortable cosy chamber; such a one, in short, as can only be met with in the country, with its dimity-curtained bed, its sheets fragrant of lavender, its clean white furniture, and an atmosphere breathing of freshness. “What did it matter?” she cried.
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