She made a few protests, a few excuses for her action in accepting him, a few lame explanations, but he did not heed them or care for them. There all the loose characters thronged, assignations were openly made, and the spectators diverted themselves with the vagaries of its miserable inhabitants. On a sudden, a change came over her countenance, which, up to this moment, had worn a smiling and satisfied expression. Holding the lamp over her rigid but beautiful features, Jonathan, with some anxiety, placed his hand upon her breast to ascertain whether the heart still beat. Then he released her hand, and sat back a little, appearing to concentrate his thoughts on her face. It was very pretty and very dainty while it lasted, but we played it with our eyes open, and we perfectly understood the game—both of us. ‘The credentials, milor’,’ he ventured.
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