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The house had in fact been converted into a convent, but the fact could not be advertised, not even in the Catholic enclave that existed in this part of town. ” He paused, and went on, after a keen look at her: “I had rather gossip to a really intelligent girl than to any man alive. " "Quite the contrary," rejoined the woollen-draper, laughing good-humouredly. She felt the thrill race through her body. “Well, anyhow, consider it open. ” “Oh, damn the thing!” Sir John exclaimed, tucking the loose ends inside his coat. A row of magnificent, and even then venerable, elms threw their broad arms over this pleasant spot. "I could have sworn I saw him enter this passage. “Mean as an old mule, too. The Plague raced through the city and the Palazzo, consuming it like fire. Let me take the satchel, sir. Uttering a few inarticulate ejaculations,—for he was completely out of breath,— the fugitive placed a bundle in the arms of the carpenter, and, regardless of the consternation he excited in the breast of that personage, who was almost stupified with astonishment, he began to divest himself of a heavy horseman's cloak, which he threw over Wood's shoulder, and, drawing his sword, seemed to listen intently for the approach of his pursuers. It was bad luck to go to Canongate. Sanguine they were not.

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