She answered him almost coldly. "Forgive—forgive me!" "I have nothing to forgive," replied Mrs. Selecting a key from the heavy bunch committed to him by Austin, he threw open the door, and beheld Blueskin seated at the back of the small chamber, handcuffed, and with his feet confined in a heavy pair of stocks. Her head ached with a hollow pain. He opened his eyes, protestingly, and beheld the realization of his dream. The significance of the kiss was still obscure to her, though she had frequently encountered the word and act in the Old and New Testaments and latterly in novels.
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