An iron fillet secured the socket of the bolt and the box of the lock to the main post of the doorway. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. The fascination of the idea of throwing himself upon his knees and crying out all that was in his heart! As his eyes began to focus objects, he saw one of her arms extended upon the counterpane, in his direction, the hand clenched tightly. The aunt laughed. " "What proof have you that I am?"—was the return bolt. Fine but strong lines marked the profile: that would speak for courage and resolution. It was empty.
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