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“A bad thing for me when that legacy came. ‘That rascally knave sent you to become a French nun?’ Looking positively terrified, the girl nodded dumbly. The poor boy, wanting his empty coat! The incident, however, caused her to review the recent events. “Whither away?” he said, very distinctly in a curiously wheedling voice. He laid her on their old bed and kissed her from head to toe. "I could almost forgive the wretch the injury he did me in depriving me of my poor dear wife—No, not quite that," he added, a little confused. Think! Had you not better hurry back before Sir John discovers? You are his wife right enough. From a scout stationed at the northern entrance, whom she addressed in the jargon of the place, with which long usage had formerly rendered her familiar, she ascertained that Blueskin, accompanied by a youth, whom she knew by the description must be her son, had arrived there about three hours before, and had proceeded to the Cross Shovels. " The lad made no answer, but left the room. The doctor would never betray him. I put your clothes out an hour ago. ’ Then she came closer and put her hand on his chest so that it rested on the braid that decorated his scarlet coat. '—'They can't,' says I.
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