Ireton will do no such thing," replied the head-turnkey. It was a bright and beautiful day: so bright, so beautiful, that even her sad heart was cheered by it. There is some deep treachery hidden beneath his words. The ball passed over his head, and lodged in the ceiling. As the day wore on, the crowds diminished,—many who would not submit to the turnkey's demands were sent away ungratified,—and at five o'clock, only two strangers, Mr. Without an idea where he was going, Jack pursued his way through the fields; and, as he proceeded, the numbness of his limbs in some degree wore off, and his confidence returned. Time after time he reminded her of how powerless she would be without him, how unkind the world was towards single women. She began to want to lay her head down on his chest but absolutely denied herself. Perhaps it had been pick-pocketed or jostled from her dress in a hunt.
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