With a swirl of her floral chintz petticoats, she placed herself in the capacious window seat, accepted the glass Gerald handed to her, and smiled mischievously up at him. ‘But it is entirely natural that I choose my own country. “MY DEAR FATHER,” she wrote,—“I have been thinking hard about everything since I was sent to this prison. When Jack entered the cell, she was talking to herself in the muttering unconnected way peculiar to her distracted condition; but, after her eye had rested on him some time, the fixed expression of her features relaxed, and a smile crossed them. ‘Fiddle, Gerald.
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