She posed herself before her mirror and surveyed herself with gravely thoughtful, gravely critical, and yet admiring eyes. She had made a bed for herself out of wood and furs. White. Then she took her sister’s hand. Immediately beneath her lay Willesden,—the most charming and secluded village in the neighbourhood of the metropolis—with its scattered farm-houses, its noble granges, and its old grey church-tower just peeping above a grove of rook-haunted trees. He refused his food,—and even when better provisions were offered him, rejected them. On their return, the jailers raised up Jonathan, who was weltering in his blood, and who appeared to be dying. "Well that's no reason why he should treat your ladyship so shamefully, I'm sure.
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