\" Cathy beamed. I am a single man, and——” “Thank you,” she interrupted. Wood then led the way up a rather high and, according to modern notions, incommodious flight of steps, and introduced his guest to a neat parlour, the windows of which were darkened by pots of flowers and creepers. But all this business has driven it clean out of my head. ’ ‘Only in hot blood, eh?’ grinned Gerald. She simply refuses to see or hear from me again. I won't give him a chance. . Part 2 The next morning was as dark and foggy as if it was mid-November instead of early March. She often found herself absorbed by watching the tall grass undulate from the cave’s central doorway as solitary hunters prowled for buffalo and stag on the plain. It is necessary. The cell in which she was confined was about six feet long and four wide; the walls were scored all over with fantastic designs, snatches of poetry, short sentences and names,—the work of its former occupants, and of its present inmate. You must remember, you've just begun to read; you haven't any comparisons. A young man with shiny frock coat and very high collar, advanced towards her languidly.
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