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’ He believes that she denies it simply because owing to my marriage with Sir John, whom they call the ‘Puritan Knight,’ she wants to keep her identity secret. “But your sister?” he asked. The boy was coming around. A little inn flying a Swiss flag nestles under a great rock, and there they put aside their knapsacks and lunched and rested in the mid-day shadow of the gorge and the scent of resin. Something, then, to appease the wrath of God; something to blunt this persistent agony. "You will never leave me," sobbed the poor woman, straining him to her breast. Once she heard him mutter, and she leaned down.
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