"Oh, God! that I might die too," cried Jack, falling on his knees beside her. “One would think I had said nothing about the matter. A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow
satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. Wood uttered something like an imprecation. Left alone, Jonathan lighted a lamp, and, opening the trap-door, descended the
secret stairs. Somebody to depend upon her;
somebody to have need of her, if only for a little while. “You
will not give Sir John any cause for jealousy? You will have no secrets from him
except—concerning those things which are past?”
“Anna, I swear it!” her sister sobbed. The slim knife was wrested from her grasp, and
she was flung backwards, towards the bookcases.
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