"Constance—or, rather, Mrs. At last—I told a story. The music took hold of her slowly as her eyes wandered from the indistinct still ranks of the audience to the little busy orchestra with its quivering violins, its methodical movements of brown and silver instruments, its brightly lit scores and shaded lights. The moment I entered the room, and found you a prisoner in the hands of Jonathan Wild, I guessed how matters stood, and acted accordingly. “What were you trying to do?” Lucy asked. And now for the fawney— the ring I mean. But here’s what is different this time. He bent to her hand, and she slipped off the ring and gave it to him to examine. All these circumstances,—slight in themselves, but powerful in their effect,—touched the heart of the widowed carpenter, and added to his depression.
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