But if I escape, my gratitude—" "Pshaw!" interrupted Jonathan, scornfully. Wood required little pressing. The windows of these rooms were obscured with draperies, their floors a carpet patchwork; the china ornaments on their mantels were of a class apart. "What a wonderful colour!" she exclaimed. Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring; she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of an eye, an utter stranger.
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