The important secret remained locked in my breast, but I resolved to be avenged. She looked steadfastly out. She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one end. But if not himself, there would be another soon enough. She had fallen into it naturally, the only expression of the dance she had ever seen or known, and that a stolen sweet. And I don’t. Suppose he stopped all her allowance, made it imperative that she should either stay ineffectually resentful at home or earn a living for herself at once. Jack may be capable of much that is wicked, but he would never lift his hand against his friend,—of that I am assured.
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