But from the rest—you saved me. Fortescue raised his eyebrows and assumed a light-comedy expression. Our land brings us in nothing. While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost, into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. Wood, in equal trepidation. There were the burnt papers still in the grate. But a far greater affliction was in store for her. Madame Valade was that kind of woman.
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