You cannot—shall not retreat. She saw now that it was not a dissipated face; it was as smooth and unlined as polished marble, which at present it resembled. ‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’ ‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice. “I can’t believe it.
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