"Stay!" said Jonathan, aiding his descent; "you had better take my lantern. She was wearing a becoming tea-gown, and it was quite certain that Sir John would not be home for several hours at least. “The horse’s knees are broken, and I am not sure that the man is sober. ’ ‘Merci,’ she sighed and, surrendering at last to his oft-proffered aid, allowed her head to droop onto his chest. The feeling of last days grew stronger with her as their number diminished.
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