" "Sit down, my dear, sit down," interposed Mrs. The small bed’s hospital corners had been put into disarray by Michelle’s crying fit. “Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion. With Bess's assistance he then climbed up to the window, which, as has just been stated, was secured by iron bars of great thickness crossed by a stout beam of oak. “How odd that I should almost spring into your arms just on my doorstep!” she remarked gaily.
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