207 She romanced a dark-haired farmer a few times, having long since forgotten his name. She opened and read it at once. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. I was compelled to run away. " "May be," returned the man gravely. Fortescue’s steps, and encountered him with an air of artless surprise.
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