If Winifred remained silent, her looks would have disarmed a person of less assurance than the woollen-draper. ‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’ ‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice. "By all means," rejoined Quilt. Besides this, the door was crossed and recrossed by iron bars, clenched by broad-headed nails. ‘Not yet, madame. "You are my prisoner, Jack.
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