It is absolutely a frightful neighbourhood, this. "You do love me?" "God knows how much!" Suddenly he laid his head on her shoulder. ’ ‘For God’s sake, don’t accuse her of murder,’ begged Gerald, retrieving the lady’s hat and handing it to her, ‘or she’ll be challenging me to a duel again. I step on my neighbour's feet, return and apologize because my acquired conscience orders me to do so; whereas you might pass on without caring if your neighbour hopped about on one foot. Me—I’m nothing but a country wench, and one who went to the bad. No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor.
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