" "Perhaps not," replied Jack, to whom an idea had suddenly occurred. "It is her child!" shrieked Rowland, in a voice heard above the howling of the tempest, "risen from this roaring abyss to torment me. There are times when you make me feel a little thing at your feet—a young, silly, protected thing. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. The vault, in which Sir Rowland found himself, resembled in some measure the cabin of a ship. Restlessness, then, was the trouble, simple restlessness: home bored her. The massive door was unlocked, and they entered the cell.
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