When a mere child she fixed her affections upon a youth named Thames Darrell, whom her father brought up, and who perished, it is supposed, about nine years ago; and she has determined to remain faithful to his memory. She could still remember herself at age five, staring knives and daggers at the men who came into the small yarn shop, under pretense of business but really just to leer. To these a heavy wooden apparatus was attached, which could be raised or lowered at pleasure by pullies. Families had seen their lands seized, their chateaux ransacked or burned, and those unlucky enough to have failed to anticipate disaster, had been murdered or dragged away to gaol. “But I don’t see,” said Ann Veronica, “just how it fits the present situation. Out of an old family album: here was the very comparison that had eluded him.
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