Jove, he didn’t take to it kindly, I can tell you. She never touched the manuscript with pencil, but jotted down her notes on slips of paper and left them where he might easily find them. "We have him!" cried Jonathan, hurrying down the steps. He was standing by, rating her ladyship,—who can scarcely stir from the sofa,—while I was packing up her jewels in the case, and I observed that she tried to hide a small casket from him. By a tacit agreement they ignored the significant thing between them, ignored the slipping away of the ground on which they had stood together hitherto.
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