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“Well, you have thought it over?” he said, sitting down beside her. On the other hand the two young men who sat on either side of Anna were already throwing murderous glances at the newcomer. The girl stood with her hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than ever like an obdurate child. Why? Here was a curtain indeed. Some rustic hand had written upon the door "JACK SHEPPARD'S CAGE;" and upon the wall was affixed a large placard describing his person, and offering a reward for his capture. And here, we may be permitted to offer an observation upon the peculiar and unaccountable influence which ladies of a shrewish turn so frequently exercise over—we can scarcely, in this case, say—their lords and masters; an influence which seems not merely to extend to the will of the husband, but even to his inclinations. ’ ‘You mean the bookroom, miss. Her eyes were perhaps a little brighter than usual, the firelight played about her hair, there seemed to him to be a sudden softening of the straight firm mouth. “MY DEAR MISS PELLISSIER,— “To-morrow the six months will be up. "You have said," pursued the widow, "that she, who has once erred, is irreclaimable. She rose at once with a little exclamation, half of surprise, half of pleasure.
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