He laid down the knife, and fixed a searching and distrustful gaze upon the writer, who continued his task, unconscious of anything having happened. She was alone, and the mask of her unchanging high spirits was for the moment laid aside. ’ ‘Because I was a servant in the vicomte’s house? Things have changed. I know that in my heart I would take whatever he gave. On this fresh outburst of the storm, Wood threw himself instinctively into the bottom of the boat, and clasping the little orphan to his breast, endeavoured to prepare himself to meet his fate. ‘I thought it must be you,’ cried the woman. When I awoke I followed my instinct to Athena’s temple. He was leaning against a window frame, his hat in his hand.
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