"You!" cried Jack, scornfully. Wood, severely, "and go to bed. "Do you compare your love—a love which all may purchase—with hers? No one has ever loved me. A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. She was dressed in a simple evening gown of soft creamy silk, with a yoke of dark old embroidery that enhanced the gentle gravity of her style, and her black hair flowed off her open forehead to pass under the control of a simple ribbon of silver. I'll think no more about her. ’ Jack blinked at her. Wood, who had merely absented himself to see that a public breakfast, which he had ordered at the Six Bells for all who chose to partake of it, was in readiness. And she is very young, younger than her years. She thought of her costume in some detail and with considerable satisfaction, and particularly of a very jolly property dagger with large glass jewels in the handle, that reposed in a drawer in her room.
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