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” “A—what?” Anna asked. ‘Have I not said so?’ ‘No, as it happens. God forgive you!" "May He, indeed, forgive me!" returned Trenchard, crossing himself devoutly; "but my guilt is not the less heavy, because your child escaped. Her hair is like, white blonde, but trust me, it’s not her natural color. She was consumed by misery and hate. ” “By God!” said Manning, making the most of the word, “I suppose it’s fate. But you could have just as easily lost your womb in the Pestilence, and your life. . Take my advice.
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