Bring in his comrade," he added, in a whisper to Charcam; "I'll take care of him. " "Loved me! You!" "I loved you," continued Jonathan, "and struck by your appearance, which seemed above your station, inquired your history, and found you had been stolen by a gipsy in Lancashire. Why should they be? She and Ramage were friends, very good friends. The pouting cherry lips were slightly parted and the very faintest of panting breaths, together with the quick rise and fall of an alluring bosom, betrayed her fear. "Let me go," cried Winifred. McClintock, coming from below, saw them and went forward.
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