A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. No man knew whence she had come nor why. " "This is folly," cried Jack, controlling himself by a powerful effort. This woman knows me—’ throwing the remark at Lucilla ‘—and that I am the daughter of Mary Remenham. When he beheld Jack he uttered a deep groan. "No. ” “Not in the least,” Anna answered calmly. “Look here,” he said, “I brought you here to make love to you. Miss Charvill. . Were I to let you go, you'd say I feared you.
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