Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. He had scarcely entered the arch, when the indraught was so violent, and the noise of the wind so dreadful and astounding, that he almost determined to relinquish the undertaking. We’ll go. He had thought it might have that effect. Wood was dressed with more than ordinary care, and in more than ordinary finery. Words of encouragement and sympathy were addressed to Jack, who, as he looked around, beheld many a friendly glance fixed upon him. Trodger laid down their muskets and turned on them. Of course she had taken the boy as her lover, acting as his muse.
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