You will find it somewhere in that book. ” She paused. The well of tears in her eyes was dry. She appeared to be considering. "I loved you," replied Jack,—"don't start—it is over now—I loved you, I say, as a boy. But your role would have been to go about saying, ‘I beg your pardon’ in a reproving tone to things you understood quite well in your heart and saw no harm in. " "I will carry you to the house, or fetch Mr. ” He fancied that she was yielding, but her eyes fell once more upon that fatal envelope, and her tone when she spoke was colder than ever. The wretch you confide in has sworn to hang you. ‘You wish a reason for jealousy? Eh bien, you may have it. The tables were then cleared. But her mind was ruffled, and its mirror-like surface of satisfaction was not easily restored.
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