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For a time he would be the grim Protestant Flagellant, pursuing the idea of self-castigation. Heaven alone knows why. Quilt Arnold was stationed at the stair-head, near which the boat containing the captive boy was moored. " "The Black Lion!" echoed Terence. Baffled in their attempt, the mob uttered a roar, such as only a thousand angry voices can utter, and discharged a volley of missiles at the soldiery. They thought that he was dead at first, and they took him to the hospital. The lad had just barely jangled it, when hurrying footsteps could be heard inside.
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