” Ann Veronica looked at the mildly pensive gray eyes and the comfortable, rather refined face with a penetrating curiosity. "There is a man in this room who seeks my life. Both advanced towards it, when, by the light of the lantern, Wood beheld, in the countenance of the stranger, the well-remembered and stern features of Rowland. He gently took the roses from her and laid them on the pillow. You can’t do that sort of thing unless you do it over religion, and there’s no religion in me—of that sort—worth a rap.
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