He grabbed her hair viciously and whispered loudly into her tear-streaked face. She sat very still, and his eyes rested on that ornament for a moment, and then travelled slowly to her wrist and the soft lines of her forearm. " "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. I saw it this morning in the Daily Journal—an advertisement, offering a reward—" "A reward!" echoed Jack. She ought to have leapt back on guard. We are not animals.
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