When she came to, she was lying with her head in Martha’s lap, and a livid bruise was forming at the point of a raging headache. Taking the wind was her business in life. " "And do you think I'll allow you to depart," cried Jonathan in a menacing tone, "and compromise my safety? No, no. His eyes looked a little bloodshot to her; his face had lost something of its ruddy freshness. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous.
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