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I was sorry for what I did afterwards; for, I don't know why, but, poor, lady! with her pale face, and black eyes, she reminded me of my mother. Plots were hatched in the provinces, where many of the old and wealthy Catholic families resided, whose zeal for the martyr of their religion (as the Chevalier was esteemed), sharpened by the persecutions they themselves endured, rendered them hearty and efficient allies. Very soon she would be able to forget it. But she was not to be tempted. I thought—the papers said——” “You thought that I was dead,” he interrupted. ’ ‘A pretty tale. Chapter XVI THE DISCOMFITURE OF SIR JOHN Sir John looked from one to the other of the two sisters. “I’d sooner condemn you to Hell.
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