" Mr. We are alone, Sir Rowland," he added, snuffing the candles, glancing cautiously around, and lowering his tone, "and what you confide to me shall never transpire,—at least to your disadvantage. But did Gerald trouble himself about her? No. It seemed to emanate from the back of the house. He yielded his place and struck instead with his tongue. She was afraid people would follow her, she was afraid of the dark, open doorways she passed, and afraid of the blazes of light; she was afraid to be alone, and she knew not what it was she feared. If she delayed a day she would delay two days, if she delayed two days she would delay a week, and after a week things would be adjusted to submission forever. " "Stay!" said Mrs. Lucy was sent reeling into a stone wall, which she hit with a great thud. " After making several ineffectual attempts to keep himself above water, Sir Rowland sunk, and his groans, which had become gradually fainter and fainter, were heard no more. “There,” he said, “you don’t treat me fairly, Miss Stanley.
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