Shrinking involuntarily back into the farthest corner of the seat, Jack buried his
face in his hands. He had promised her some
books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. As a consequence of its small size, it was possible to get along with the
work on a much easier and more colloquial footing than a larger class would
have permitted. And opposite to him, with a book in his hand,—but it couldn't be a
prayer-book,—sat Jonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band. She was mentally transported for an instant
to the old castle in Herculis. She liked his face; it had on it the suggestion of gentleness, of
fineness. “What’s wrong with having witchcraft books? Is she
afraid that the Princeton Hill villagers will burn you at
stake?” Lucy asked sarcastically. "
"Not in this world," returned Jonathan. '—'Pretty well,' says I; 'you're not badly off at the Friars, for that
matter. By this time, he had apparently
accomplished all he desired; for moving the bottle out of Jack's reach, he
appropriated it entirely to his own use, leaving the devoted lad to the care of the
females. Shortly afterwards,—it seemed an age to the anxious mother,—Mr.
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