‘Come, mademoiselle, it is of no use to conceal anything from me, you know. "Souls," she answered, drily. In one angle of the room stood a disused fire-place, with a rusty grate and broken chimney-piece; in the other there was a sort of box, contrived between the wall and the boards, that looked like an apology for a cupboard. But if I were dying of thirst, in a desert, I would not accept a cup of water at her hands. His manner, however, was as stern and haughty as ever, and his glances retained their accustomed fire. ‘I’m taking you to Gerald, my girl.
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