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“I have given her two days’ holiday,” Anna answered. When Claude Du Val was in Newgate thrown, He carved his name on the dungeon stone; Quoth a dubsman, who gazed on the shattered wall, "You have carved your epitaph, Claude Du Val, With your chisel so fine, tra la!" "This S wants a little deepening," mused the apprentice, retouching the letter in question; "ay, that's better. Knew something was up. What had she so nearly said? She had almost spoken a name—and quickly withdrawn it. Her thought spoke aloud. More than ever Sir John was glad that he had sat down. No other man should touch her; she was Hoddy's, body and soul, in this life and after.
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