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Her father and her husband, who had both been a little pale at their first encounter, were growing now just faintly flushed. No one spoke to her. “I’d give anything to kiss your neck. How would it serve Nicholas to keep the truth from his daughter? A tiny thread of disquiet troubled him. To return was impossible,—to raise himself certain destruction. Jonathan's vexation at the disappointment was expressed in the bitterest imprecations, and he returned as speedily as he could to the trench. One of these, a lady, evidently a confirmed invalid, and attired in deep mourning, reclined upon a sort of couch, or easy chair, set on wheels, with her head supported by cushions, and her feet resting upon a velvet footstool.
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