He held in his hands many threads. Probably she mistook you; probably she thought you cared. No doubt she was wondering what he had done in Charvill’s house and what he intended now. "To me?" gasped Winifred. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. She was no longer there.
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