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The effort of self-repression cost him a sob. " "Do you think so?" replied Kneebone, taking it off, and placing it on her finger, which he took the opportunity of kissing at the same time; "wear it for my sake. We are alone, Sir Rowland," he added, snuffing the candles, glancing cautiously around, and lowering his tone, "and what you confide to me shall never transpire,—at least to your disadvantage. She would be surrendering to all her impulses—particularly the good impulses—many of which society had condemned long since because they entailed too much trouble. But only inside, you understand, that one cannot see it. Both advanced towards it, when, by the light of the lantern, Wood beheld, in the countenance of the stranger, the well-remembered and stern features of Rowland. A stout wooden shutter, opening inwardly, being removed, disclosed a grating of iron bars. " "I was educated in America. ’ ‘Are you mad?’ ‘Gerald is convinced there is a secret passage into the house,’ explained Roding. She paced restlessly to the door and back again, biting her tongue on the hot words begging to be uttered. "He was thrown overboard, and perished at sea.
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