Closing the door, Jonathan next produced his lantern, and, hastening towards the window, undrew a bolt by which it was fastened. She could not go to him with a preachment against strong drink; she knew from experience that such a plan would be wasted effort. “There is some one else whom I care for!” He laughed hardly. He was a London man of business, spending a small legacy in Paris.
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