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. Her thin fingers were armed with nails as long as the talons of a bird. “I believe you are quite right so far as regards the present, at any rate,” someone remarked, from the depths of an easy chair. It's of no use. " "You judged rightly," rejoined Jack; "I never yet broke an engagement with friend or foe—and never will. "At present under the care of his preserver—one Owen Wood, a carpenter, by whom he was brought up.
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