Poor Miss Finch (Volume 2): a novel . till held Nugentsarm. The sting of my indignation as I sawit, roused me into doing something. I steppedforward to part them. Grosse stopped ! he said. Dont make bad looked at Oscar for the second time. Therehe stood, as he had stood from the firstmoment when she appeared at the door—hiseyes staring wildly straight before him ; hislimbs set and fixed. I went to him, andtouched him. He seemed not to feel it. Ispoke to him. I might as well have spokento a man of stone. Grosses voice drew my attention, for amoment, the other way. Come! he said, tr
Poor Miss Finch (Volume 2): a novel . till held Nugentsarm. The sting of my indignation as I sawit, roused me into doing something. I steppedforward to part them. Grosse stopped ! he said. Dont make bad looked at Oscar for the second time. Therehe stood, as he had stood from the firstmoment when she appeared at the door—hiseyes staring wildly straight before him ; hislimbs set and fixed. I went to him, andtouched him. He seemed not to feel it. Ispoke to him. I might as well have spokento a man of stone. Grosses voice drew my attention, for amoment, the other way. Come! he said, trying to take Lucillaback into her own room. She shook her head, and tightened her holdon Nueents arm. Luc ilia tries her Sight. 237 You take me, she whispered. As faras the door. I again attempted to stop it ; and again theGerman put me back. Not to-day ! he said sternly. With that,he made a sign to Nugent, and placed himselfon Lucillas other side. In silence, the twomen led her out of the room. The door closedon them. It was
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