’ She pronounced it with a French inflexion, but Gerald understood her to mean the English name he knew. Her features were still slightly marked by the disorder alluded to in the description of her as a child,—but that was the only drawback to her beauty. Go on. ’ She shook her head sadly. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. "How?" cried her brother, starting. ” He replied. ’ The fury welled. Nor did he content himself with declaring his guiltlessness of the crime imputed to him, but began in his turn to menace his captor and accuser, loading the latter with the bitterest upbraidings. “You must have heard—have you—oh, tell me, won’t you?” she begged.
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