At the bottom of her heart she was not a bit afraid of Ramage. "Jack," continued Thames, addressing Sheppard, who had only just recovered from the blow, and regained his feet, "I don't ask how you came here, nor do I blame your rashness in doing so. . The body of Sir Rowland was then laid on the large table. She leaned back as he climbed on top of her and kissed her mouth again. Why? Love was a word of God's, and yet her father had denied it—denied it to the Book, denied it to his own flesh and blood. ’ ‘Do you indeed?’ rejoined the old lady, twinkling at him, and urging him towards the door.
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