‘Very well,’ he said, lowering his own weapon. It was a copy of the pencil sketch taken of him nine years ago by Winifred, and awakened a thousand tender recollections. She found herself again in the presence of some element in life about which she had been trained not to think, about which she was perhaps instinctively indisposed to think; something which jarred, in spite of all her mental resistance, with all her preconceptions of a clean and courageous girl walking out from Morningside Park as one walks out of a cell into a free and spacious world. It had been her home for hundreds of years. Not one of them but bore the marks of having been engaged in a recent and severe conflict. He passed, and came loitering back and stood beside her, silently looking into her face.
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