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Me—I’m nothing but a country wench, and one who went to the bad. The minute he discovers Roding here, he’ll know
something is up. She wondered even at this late
day how she had been able to hold her maddening curiosity in check. "
Sir Rowland, meantime, throw himself on his knees beside his sister, and,
clasping her chilly fingers within his own, besought her forgiveness in the most
passionate terms. I don’t want
to know. I'll turn cracksman, like my father—rob old
Wood—he has chests full of money, and I know where they're kept—I'll rob
him, and give the swag to you, Poll—I'll—"
Jack would have said more; but, losing his balance, he fell to the ground, and,
when taken up, he was perfectly insensible. "What is it you want?" she asked, as she held out the coat. We were expecting rather to find a male antagonist. “Forgive me,” he
decided to say at last, and his voice had a little quiver of emotion, and he laid his
hand on hers upon her knee. He and her father shook hands
manfully. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and,
when unloosed, hung down to her heels. Immediately she had spoken of the loose button he knew that henceforth he must
show no concern over the disposition of that coat. Contributions to the Project Gutenberg
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