Melusine ran up the stairway after him, her point flailing to frighten him into allowing her access to the chapel. "Spare him!" cried Mrs, Sheppard, who fancied she had made some impression on the obdurate breast of the thief-taker,—"spare him! and I will forgive you, will thank you, bless you. '—'No fear o' that,' thought I. But her request was unheeded. Squire and master.
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