Mrs. He sat down. ‘Yes, dear Nan, a flirtation. He had him removed from the Condemned Hold, stripped of his fine apparel, clothed in the most sordid rags, loaded with additional fetters, and thrust into the Stone Hold,—already described as the most noisome cell in the whole prison. Help! help!" But her cries were unheeded. She shattered the edifice he was building up of himself as a devoted lover, waiting only his chance to win her from a hopeless and consuming passion. And by degrees, perhaps, that maiden distrust of yours that makes you shrink from my kisses, will vanish.
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