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Rowton left the house, clinking his spurs as he did so; Nancy listened to the sound he made with a beating heart.
"Suppose father hears," she thought; but then she remembered that the old man was lying in a state of stupor, which, in all probability, would end in death. He could not, therefore, hear. So far she was safe. Why did her father hate her lover? Why had he cursed the man whom she loved? Well, he was dying, and dead men were powerless to interfere with those who lived. Rowton's strong will would assuredly win the day, and Nancy would be his bride.