"Look at these fetters," returned Thames, holding up his manacled wrists; "they were put on by my uncle's command. ‘Is there a resemblance?’ ‘This is Mary Remenham?’ ‘That is my late niece, yes. ” “Your priestess,” whispered Ann Veronica, softly. This is your choice. She was crushed with a sense of her own terrible impotency.
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