With a cry of triumph, he rose, the sword hilt grasped in his fingers, the point swishing up towards her. ” “It might become one,” he answered. His lovely black eyes softened until they became like languid as the night sky. Beware of him, my son! Beware of him! You know not what villany he is capable of. I should lose every scrap of independence—even my self-respect. Here, Peter," he added to a curly-headed lad, who was playing on one of the grassy tombs, "ask your father to step this way. The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. " "Perhaps so," rejoined the stranger; "but I have others in reserve, not so generally known.
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