‘I am done, Gérard. She tried surreptitiously to reach her own dagger, in its cunning hiding place in her petticoat. "I've just recollected that my husband left a key with me, which he charged me to give you when I could find an opportunity. “Here we are,” he said, “shining through each other like light through a stained-glass window. Wild," he added, laughing, "it must be a stronger prison than Willesden cage that can hold me. He is steeped in the conventions. It was a charming sight to watch the motions of her tiny fingers as she pursued her task; and though the posture she adopted was not the most favourable that might have been chosen for the display of her sylphlike figure, there was something in her attitude, and the glow of her countenance, lighted up by the mellow radiance of the setting sun falling upon her through the panes of the little dormer-window, that seemed to the youth inexpressibly beautiful. So this was what it was all about.
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