Again having recourse to the centre-bit,—for Winifred's door was locked,—Jack had nearly cut out a panel, when a sudden outcry was raised in the carpenter's chamber. She crawled into her small bed, dizzy with the thoughts of him, of kissing him. She calls us her guests, but in reality we are her prisoners. "Is it a bargain?" "Take half of my estate—take all—my life, if you will—I am weary of it!" cried Trenchard passionately. "Shall I take the babby home with me!" persisted Wood, in a tone between jest and earnest. " "I can't! I can't—not now!" "Bat!—can't you see that she's the kind who would understand and forgive? She loves you. I have no intention of arresting you. I saw her face and it was the face that had been hidden from me in dreams, a face very much like yours, Lucia. Coarse as were the ruffian's notions of feminine beauty, he could not be insensible to the surpassing loveliness of the fair creature, who had thus solicited his attention. It was hard to meet that gaze.
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