I have never wept since that day. Then suddenly her spirit rose in revolt. Kneebone, are these your French noblemen?" "Don't upbraid me!" rejoined the woollen-draper. It rained heavily all day, so he did not stir forth. "Where shall I fly?" exclaimed the lady, bewildered with terror. "Open my heart, Father of Mercy!" she murmured, in a humble tone, and with downcast looks, "and make me sensible of the error of my ways. I'll put a brace of dogs on your track, who'll soon hunt you down. I am sure. He appeared to be a stranger to the prisoner, and the sole motive of his visit, curiosity.
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