Tell me why you ran away from the convent. His eyes looked a little bloodshot to her; his face had lost something of its ruddy freshness. He was well mounted, as was his companion; and had pistols in his holsters, and a hanger at his girdle. The man pulled up his horse grumbling, and turned round. ‘It was your son who left the place empty then?’ he asked. "My father!" she whispered. "This is our last transaction together.
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