The Iron Bar 397 XVIII. I was the black sheep, I was hurried out of the way. They thought that she was her own mother. It was supposed he was drowned in crossing the river, as his body had never been found. "You have both," replied Wood, fervently. Their faces had bite marks that were hers. " "May I trust you?" cried Thames, eagerly. ” “You do not flatter me,” she laughed. She answered weakly, “I’m fine, John. The slack of her ridinghabit and full under-petticoats was gathered into her left hand, and her booted ankles were visible as she held the skirts well out of her way.
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