” Sebastian said, though she swore she detected the slightest hint of sarcasm in his voice. “I find it very hard to write this letter. We may meet—who can tell? But I will not be fettered, even though you would make the chains of roses. They broke open the entrance into Jonathan's store-room—plundered it of everything valuable—ransacked every closet, drawer, and secret hiding-place, and stripped them of their contents. Her heart in her mouth, she heard his foot scrape on the floorboard and knew from his expression that Gosse had heard it too. "May come!—it will come!—it shall come!" cried the carpenter, shaking his hand menacingly at him. “You might at least,” she murmured, “have invented a more romantic reason. But don't suppose, Madam, that anything I say has reference to you.
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