. ’ ‘But what have I done?’ protested Gerald innocently. "At present under the care of his preserver—one Owen Wood, a carpenter, by whom he was brought up. Not a star could be discerned, but, in their stead, streaks of lurid radiance, whence proceeding it was impossible to determine, shot ever and anon athwart the dusky vault, and added to the ominous and threatening appearance of the night. Then she realized that it was her business to let Manning talk and impose his own interpretations upon the situation so far as he was concerned.
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