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The cry was echoed by twenty different voices. "It is the fiend!" she exclaimed, recoiling. You speak as one injured—as though I had been the one to take your name—as though you had been the one to make sacrifices. "I couldn't bear to see you in it. But first, we’ve got to secure the convent. "To-night it is their turn," said Jonathan, binding up his wounded fingers with a handkerchief. “Where to?” he asked, as the hansom drove up. You did not say a word about it last week, nor have you written. “Now I’ll have what I want from you, wife.
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