The fair boy in the audience who had waved was yet another suitor. A light was visible in the garret, feebly struggling through the damp atmosphere, for the night was raw and overcast. Upon this island whither he was bound there would be no diversions, breathing spells; the battle would be constant. Nor, indeed, did she want to refuse. “Dear John,” she whispered. They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals.
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