For now, I fear there is something worse, something more present. He wasn't sure, but he thought he saw a faint shudder stir her shoulders. Hang the wench! Roding was right. Ramage!” she cried, and struggled to her feet. Suddenly he stopped short. I wanted something alive. I shall quit this roof to-morrow. "Allow him that small grace," cried Wood. It would be useless to tell her to go back, even heartless; and yet he could not advise her to go on, blindly, not knowing whether her aunt was dead or alive.
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