"Thank you; but I've a pocket full of water-chestnuts. If he laid his own suspicions boldly before the girl, and in the end the boy came clean, he would always be haunted by the witless cruelty of the act. Put out your hand and bid me God-speed. Instead had come this storm, this shouting, this weeping, this confusion of threats and irrelevant appeals. She no longer felt sick or dizzy, her muscles returned to a relaxed, supple state. Advancing with a slow firm step to the stone-block he placed his left foot upon it, drew himself up to his full height, and fixed a look so stern upon Jonathan, that the thief-taker quailed before it. Aunt and niece regarded each other silently.
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