A piece of old blanket was fastened across her shoulders, and she had no other clothing except a petticoat. “John, you were never bound to me, you don’t owe me anything. " Miserably his thoughts shuttled to and fro in search of what he knew she wanted —a love story. She walked straight across to the wardrobe and opened it. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention.
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