‘Oh, dearie me, I wish I’d never told you anything about it,’ lamented the nun, moving to the only chair the vestry possessed and sinking down into it. There was a certain air of forced fortuity in his manner. I must go somewhere into hiding, a long, long way off. This had well nigh been the case with the carpenter. Don't worry about me. It was still raining heavily, and profoundly dark. These are the decrees of the Island of Bermuda, and I will never suffer its excellent laws to be violated.
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