“I’ll run, too,” she volunteered. A deep dread calm, like that which precedes a thunderstorm, now prevailed amongst the assemblage. The arrangement had been made by the town matchmaker, a frightening old oak of a man. Wood," replied Jack, calmly. “I fail to see the joke,” Sir John said. 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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