. Her head had been shaved, and around it was swathed a piece of rag, in which a few straws were stuck. He was a wonderful little creature with a perfect tiny face, mottled pink cheeks, and eyes brighter than May. “You poor child!” he said; “don’t you see the infinite folly of these proceedings? Think! Think of the love and affection you abandon! Think of your aunt, a second mother to you. You’re mine. My name is Armytage—Lord Ernest Armytage. He ignored her protests in order to pursue some impressive line of his own.
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