A queer nut. She had not made friends with any; so they still eyed her askance. ‘Come, cry a truce. Where can we sit down and talk?” He led her across the room towards a window recess, in which a tall, fair young man was seated with an evening paper in his hand. What a frightened fool he was! If he could not remember her name, it was equally possible that already she had forgotten his. There was nothing to be learned from her face. But Bess could scarcely summon resolution enough to hazard the experiment; and it was only on Jack's urgent intreaties, and even threats, that she could be prevailed on to trust herself to the frail tenure of the rope he had prepared.
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