Jonathan looked in that direction, and beheld the fugitives riding off in triumph. "I have never been out of this horrible dungeon since we last met," he said; "though how long ago that is, I scarcely know. One point in her narrative stood out beyond all others. She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her. For a moment her thoughts led her back to the evening when she and Courtlaw had stood together before the window of her studio in Paris, before the coming of Sir John had made so many changes in her life. He played variations on this theme for the better part of an hour. ” He was silent for a moment or two.
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