Then she looked up at Brendon. Winifred Wood was now in her twentieth year. "Not so, Sir Rowland," returned Jonathan; "you are my prisoner. Sheppard heaved a deep sigh, and opened her eyes, which now looked larger, blacker, and more melancholy than ever.
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