Her hands wove through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness. “You are too good for me,” she said in a low voice. He laughed to hide his uneasiness. They broke open the entrance into Jonathan's store-room—plundered it of everything valuable—ransacked every closet, drawer, and secret hiding-place, and stripped them of their contents. She wanted to know. He felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for ever—from the fond little creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief. Then he could hear Hilary breathing beside him, and from outside the muted twittering of birds. " On a shelf was placed a row of paint-jars; the contents of which had been daubed in rainbow streaks upon the adjacent closet and window sill. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. ‘Lawks-a-mussy! It’s Miss Mary. ” She looked at her toes.
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