And then the fetters, which were still upon his legs:—how was he to get rid of them? Tired and dispirited, he still wandered on. Much more temperate; the discreet and joyless love of a virtuous, reluctant, condescending wife. He laid down the knife, and fixed a searching and distrustful gaze upon the writer, who continued his task, unconscious of anything having happened. ‘Do you at least know how he came to be in a position to cheat Miss Charvill, and to pass off his wife in her place?’ ‘In her place?’ There was no mistaking the boy’s ignorance of this part of the tale. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. ’ ‘What name would you like, then?’ Her shadowed features turned in his direction. "You hesitate—you are deceiving me. I know not who you are; and, as I cannot discern your face, I may be doing you an injustice.
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