But if I escape, my gratitude—" "Pshaw!" interrupted Jonathan, scornfully. He had not addressed to her even the most ordinary courtesy of fellow travellers; she doubted that he was even aware of her existence. The day was warm even under an overcast sky and Hilary, uncomfortable, shifted his weight. " "Loved me! You!" "I loved you," continued Jonathan, "and struck by your appearance, which seemed above your station, inquired your history, and found you had been stolen by a gipsy in Lancashire. A stack of chimneys, on the house above them, had yielded to the storm, and descended in a shower of bricks and stones. But while there's life there's hope. Gerald realised Lucy had taken the hint, for she dragged her betrothed towards the door. —Providence, I mean—HAS arranged it so that men will keep you, more or less.
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