As soon as he was gone, Jonathan went up stairs to the audience-chamber; and, sitting down, appeared for some time buried in reflection. While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost, into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. ‘Pray you, mademoiselle, can you not—’ ‘No use trying to enlist Lucilla’s aid,’ snapped Roding. "But calm yourself, dear sister, or the interview will be too much for you. He knew she had been weeping. “My dear girl,” he said, in a tone of patient reasonableness, “you are a mere child. He seemed inexorable, and inscrutable as fate itself.
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