But if I escape, my gratitude—" "Pshaw!" interrupted Jonathan, scornfully. She leaned forward in her chair, as if petrified in fear by the scary story. Eh bien, why did he not repeat it? What was she to say? ‘Prudence,’ she began hesitantly, pronouncing the name in the French way, ‘has said that she will help me to—to marry an Englishman. This salute of his—actually the first she could remember—while it did not disturb her, began to lead her thoughts into new channels of speculation. She crept into the living room and turned off the set, adjusting Cathy’s blanket which had fallen to the carpeted floor. The stranger concluded he could not be far from his destination, and a turn in the road showed him the house.
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