The colour slowly left her cheeks, the lines of her mouth hardened. . "I am," replied Jonathan, following him, "and so," he added in an undertone, "are your captors. ” Sir John seated himself deliberately. " "From whom?" vociferated Trenchard. "Why not?" "I'll tell you," cried a deep voice from the back of the bed. “They might do you good,” she remarked.
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