"It won't do, widow," said he, drawing near her, while she shrank from his approach, "so you may spare your breath. Blueskin therefore had nothing to stop him. ‘I rather gathered as much,’ said Miss Froxfield, releasing her hands. Drink this!” He poured out a glass of wine with a firm hand, and held it to her lips.
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