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"You have said," pursued the widow, "that she, who has once erred, is irreclaimable. I’m not a bit afraid of anything—scandal, difficulty, struggle. She felt a new warmth in her blood, a strange sense of elation crept over her. On this second excursion, forewarned, she would use no light and keep as quiet as a mouse, she vowed, and thus refrain from attracting the attention of the militia at the gates. I packed so hurriedly that it will take me a long time to find my things. Then, when the tension was getting unendurable, and she was on the verge of speaking to some casual passer-by and demanding help, her follower vanished. ‘Champion?’ ‘The lad you saw following her. Charcoal.
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