The poor child! What frightful things she must have seen on that island of hers! The noise of crashing glass caused a diversion; and Ruth turned gratefully toward the sound. It was fortunate that by this time Winifred had so far recovered, as to be able to afford her father the best and only solace that, under the circumstances, he could have received,—her personal attentions. "Never throw away a chance," thought Jonathan. Who is she, I say?” “My sister!” Annabel faltered. Can you come over?” “I think so. He shuddered. What was it she had expected? Surely her moods were getting a little out of hand. Treading with noiseless step over the soft mould, they soon reached the building. He had sufficient strength to wait upon himself. His anger gave way to grim humour and he thrust towards them, leaning heavily on his cane. She was going to him soon and certainly, going to his strong, embracing arms.
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