They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals. But Michelle’s heart seemed to grow fonder to the subject proportionally to Lucy’s avoidance of it. ” She took the pocket-book and looked up at him with a little impulsive movement. Wood having disposed of the brandy, and pronounced himself much better, hurried close to the fire-side, and informed his friend in a few words of the inhospitable treatment he had experienced from the gentlemen of the Mint; whereupon Mr. A slow horror was dawning in his fixed eyes.
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