’ Lucilla gaped. He'll be here two or three days. I’ve had my time and lost my chances. I love you—unendurably. On a high chair behind a raised counter the stipendiary’s substitute regarded her malevolently over his glasses. She sat drawn together in her chair in the corner of the box, at a loss what to say or do—afraid, curious, perplexed. His tongue was more ready, his wit more keen than usual. They broke open the entrance into Jonathan's store-room—plundered it of everything valuable—ransacked every closet, drawer, and secret hiding-place, and stripped them of their contents.
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