His glance swept up again and found her staring at him with much of her usual defiance, if a touch less of her customary assurance. Too easily roused emotions and too little passion. “No,” she said, under her breath, “you can’t face it. "Do you want it back under the pillow?" "Hang it over a chair. "This locket," he said, taking a little ornament attached to a black ribband from his breast, and giving it her,—"do you remember it?" "I do—I do!" cried Winifred. “This is mere nonsense, mere tongue-tied fear!” she said. “Sooner or later, John, it will come to that. “My sister is sure to be out. Give him this letter, child, and bid him take it to the Lodge at Newgate without loss of time. “The Widgetts,” she said.
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