It was fortunate that by this time Winifred had so far recovered, as to be able to afford her father the best and only solace that, under the circumstances, he could have received,—her personal attentions. Shame and electricity coursed through her veins, flowing directly from him in a flash flood. "Is it gold?" "Pure gold," replied Kneebone. There is so little abandon, so little real joyousness. So he found her when he came round the corner of the spinney.
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