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"After him," cried Wild; "he mustn't escape. “No, I am alone,” she answered. Wood, sharply. But ——” A look checked him. Her courage and her presence of mind had alike deserted her. This information was received by Jonathan with a lowering brow. The knight, who could ill brook this familiarity, instantly arose. She made a few protests, a few excuses for her action in accepting him, a few lame explanations, but he did not heed them or care for them. She smiled. He was no longer in military uniform, and it was evident from his suit of brown brocade that he had been disturbed while preparing for an evening engagement. ‘Your niece, ma’am.
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