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Crack went the whip, and away floundered the heavy vehicle through the deep ruts of the ill-kept road, or rather lane, (for it was little better,) which, then, led across Southampton Fields. You are my prisoner, murderer. You will torture yourself and torture her all through life; but in the end she will pour the wine of her faith into a sound chalice. ’ ‘A convent?’ echoed Gerald with interest. . You're in a more serious scrape than you imagine.
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