A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. ’ ‘But what do you want it for, miss?’ ‘But to protect myself. ” “It might become one,” he answered. Do you want me, too?” “Yes,” she whispered foolishly, in the throes of rapture. " "I feel it," replied Jack, in a tone of agony, "and I feel it more on my poor mother's account than my own. I know why. But I waited in vain. By a miracle, he averted its path, his hold on the girl’s mouth shifting fast to grasp her wrist.
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