"I will not submit to be thus interrogated," said Winifred, angrily. We’re hard stuff!” Then she went on: “To think that is my father! Oh, my dear! He stood over me like a cliff; the thought of him nearly turned me aside from everything we have done. CHAPTER VIII. By and by he ventured to peer into this window. Think, ma’am. A short way off in the fields he descried a sort of shed or cow-house, and thither he contrived to drag his weary limbs. .
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