” “Well, why not?” Lady Lescelles asked, smiling. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. His voice propelled her to cry even harder, so hard that she began to laugh behind her tears. The hangman is always an object of peculiar detestation to the mob, a tremendous hooting hailed his appearance, and both staves and swords were required to preserve order. Always her prayers ended—'And may my beautiful mother guide me!' No.
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