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‘The poor girl was thrust into a convent to become a nun. As she went on, the story began to sound more and more like a recitation. The advanced guard had endeavoured to disperse the mob in Field Lane, but were not prepared to meet with the resistance they encountered. “No!” she exclaimed. ‘As for your dagger—’ She held out her hand palm up, as if she expected him to give her the weapon. . Though encumbered by his irons, his step was firm, and his demeanour dignified. The arrival of the cart at the end of Field Lane, appeared the signal for an attempt at rescue. But at length, there was a click, and with a swish, the panel of painted books swung outward from the wall. Sepulchre's church was covered—so was the tower. Once, when he thought he had done so, he smiled an ingratiating smile. He, for his part, was trying to grasp the series of unexpected reactions that had so wrecked their tete-a-tete. "Sit down, fool!" "Jack," said Kneebone, who had been considerably interested by the foregoing scene, "are these regrets for your past life sincere?" "Suppose them so," rejoined Jack, "what then?" "Nothing—nothing," stammered Kneebone, his prudence getting the better of his sympathy.
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