"Shot himself! How?" she says, hoarsely, her bosom rising and falling tumultuously. "Jenkins, answer me.",
"Yes, but we are all so different from the English. We have no pretty fair hair in Ireland, or at least very little of it.",
Releasing her hands from his firm grasp, the girl lays them lightly crossed upon his breast, and looks up at him with perfect trust,—.
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