“Stay where you are for a moment,” she directed. A minute pressure inwards showed him that it was not locked. It was a
copy of the pencil sketch taken of him nine years ago by Winifred, and
awakened a thousand tender recollections. Her figure, though slight, had all the fulness of health; and her
complexion—still pale, but without its former sickly cast,—contrasted agreeably,
by its extreme fairness, with the dark brows and darker lashes that shaded eyes
which, if they had lost some of their original brilliancy, had gained infinitely
more in the soft and chastened lustre that replaced it. ‘Now,’ she said, in an imperious manner that so much reminded him of
Melusine that he was obliged to suppress a grin, ‘I can see you properly. He had seldom been more
perturbed. Acquainted with every part of the jail, Jack well knew that his only chance of
effecting an escape must be by the roof. A
pity, en effet, that she dare not truly desire him to rescue her.
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