It was fortunate that by this time Winifred had so far recovered, as to be able to afford her father the best and only solace that, under the circumstances, he could have received,—her personal attentions. ’ ‘They? How many are there?’ ‘Oh, peste. Their conversation degenerated again and again into a strain of self-congratulation that would have irked an eavesdropper. "And there you're right, you may dipind, marm," observed Terence. It was just upon the stroke of nine as he entered the Lodge, and Mr. “Cheveney!” she repeated. Then Ramage appeared with effusion, and ushered her into his inner apartment. His smile faded. No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor.
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