‘Idiot!’ ‘Enough, now! Softly, you little termagant,’ he ordered, seizing her wrists to hold her off. He brought his mother to call, and as you know the Countess goes scarcely anywhere. If ever she felt fatigue in these long tramps which had already taken her half over London, she never admitted it. “You needn’t be worried,” she said quietly. From this peaceful scene Jack's eye fell upon Jonathan, who, seated upon the stile, under the shade of an elder tree, was evidently watching him.
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