There was the same airy grace of movement, the same deep brown hair and alabaster skin. Strange, demure-looking young woman, with wonderful complexion and eyes, and a style about her, too. There was no rush. Closing the door, Jonathan next produced his lantern, and, hastening towards the window, undrew a bolt by which it was fastened. When she awoke, the sun was high in Heaven. Every man in her life had betrayed her one way or another.
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