His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants. "Yes—what do you mean, Ma'am?" added Jack, staggering after her. They had refused. "Stay!" interposed Jonathan. He had pictured her, if indeed she had ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear, starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror.
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