” The redness in his face betrayed him. Ireton," cried Jack, in accents of the most urgent entreaty, "before you take me hence, I implore you—if you would further the ends of justice—search this house. She stared down at them from a high window, peering down at their moonlit faces in the bed heavy with furs, the same bed where she had given birth to Gianfrancesco’s dead son. Or I should have made love to you long ago. That's worth something to me; for I don't mind paying for revenge. 'Sdeath! what can I have done with it? Oh! here it is," cried Hogarth, picking it from the ground.
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