" "Nonsense," returned Jonathan gruffly. She felt pride sashay into her thoughts. It’s an emerald. " "We know it," cried several voices. “Dinner is served, m’m,” said the efficient parlor-maid in the archway, and the worst was over. " "No; she accepts it," rejoined Jonathan, triumphantly. ’ Kimble’s widening gaze told its own tale, but still he kept his fingers on the handle of the door. The door into the passage offered itself with an irresistible invitation—the one alternative to a public, inexplicable passion of weeping.
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