It is no good. But I'll tell e'e what we might do——" The young man heard no more. She did not want particularly to know what had caused his agony, what had driven him back to the old coat. I must bless him before I die. His eyes were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of a fox. Many a black veil hid a high-born dame, and the religious habit was no protection.
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