” She rested the firing end of the cannon against her own temple. By and by—as the paroxysm subsided and he became motionless—she stole back to the bungalow to wait. The blinds were all drawn, the sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. Jonathan, in all probability, knows nothing of these packets; and their production may serve to intimidate him. I sha’n’t care a rap if we can never marry. She could not be more than twenty; and though want and other suffering had done the work of time, had wasted her frame, and robbed her cheek of its bloom and roundness, they had not extinguished the lustre of her eyes, nor thinned her raven hair. She was a merry creature, it is true, and quite beautiful.
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