Over one of the pinnacles of the tower a speck of pallid light marked the position of the moon, then newly born and newly risen. In the retrospect she was amazed to think how things had gone to pieces, for at the outset she had been quite prepared to go home again upon terms. And, stretching out his hand, he lifted the dark object from the flood. Yield up the babe, and I pledge my word you shall remain unmolested. ‘For God’s sake, let go my hand,’ he begged. Do I blow off the head of a man with whom I am in love?’ ‘That,’ said Gerald, disengaging his hand and at last drawing her into his arms, ‘deserves a reward. Spurling, "I hope he may never see Tyburn.
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