I can’t imagine what possessed you, Veronica. Be seated, and calm yourself. The darkness prevented the carpenter from discerning the features or figure of the stranger; and the ceaseless din precluded the possibility of holding any communication by words with him. "He has not the power—perhaps not the will to do so. No breakfast, he’s had no dinner, hardly a mouthful of soup— since yesterday at tea. We are alone, Sir Rowland," he added, snuffing the candles, glancing cautiously around, and lowering his tone, "and what you confide to me shall never transpire,—at least to your disadvantage.
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