Wood, disdainfully. ‘Jacques,’ she said, turning to the lad, and holding the habit out, ‘take this for me and leave it in the passage where we have left the lantern. She sat drawn together in her chair in the corner of the box, at a loss what to say or do—afraid, curious, perplexed. I'm one of those unfortunate duffers who have too much imagination—the kind who build their own chimeras and then run away from them. "To-night it is their turn," said Jonathan, binding up his wounded fingers with a handkerchief.
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