"Poor Jack!" cried Winifred, burying her face in her lover's bosom. ’ He paused, but Melusine caught the inference. Quite right. Finally she decided upon a step that had always seemed reasonable to her, but that hitherto she had, from motives too faint for her to formulate, refrained from taking. "For the caption!" replied Jackson, coolly drawing a brace of pistols from his pockets. She flung herself back into the bare little room, cold, empty, comfortless.
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