" At the mention of the latter occurrence, a dark cloud gathered upon the stranger's brow. Gosse had moved forward, his pistol arm out straight, his aim true, the gun cocked. ” She laid her hand softly upon his. I tell you this child would have been strangled. . "Can't you guess?" returned Winifred, throwing her arms about her neck. Ennison kicked it away with his foot. He pictured himself visiting the girl in this shabby little home of her aunt’s—she had told him that it was shabby—and he recalled that delicious little smile with which she would surely greet him, a smile which seemed to be a matter of the eyes as well as the lips. He heard Rollo's stump beat a gentle tattoo on the floor. Heedless, however, of the consequences, he pursued his task.
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