’ She shook her head. “I don’t think our engagement can go on,” she plunged, and felt exactly that loss of breath that comes with a dive into icy water. A small brickbat was thrown, which struck Jonathan in the face. She wet some absorbent cotton with alcohol and refreshed his face and neck. In fact, it had been anciently the right hand postern under the gate leading towards the city. Presently he heard her voice. ‘It—it is—nothing,’ she uttered jerkily.
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