—Well, then, my dear," he added aloud, "do you still entertain the strong attachment you did to Captain Darrell?" Winifred's cheeks glowed with blushes, and fixing her eyes, which flashed with resentment, upon the questioner, she said: "I have promised to answer your question, and I will do so. But give me till to-morrow—only till to-morrow—I may be able to part with him then. There, in a little tea and sweetstuff shop, she bought and consumed slowly and absent-mindedly the insufficient nourishment that is natural to her sex on such occasions. She saw her mother, her pale face, a woman in a white robe, calling to her from a sun drenched balcony. "By my soul," said the sexton, "that's as like Jack Sheppard as any one I ever seed i' my born days. Already she missed all of her fine things, her linens and leather bound books.
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