" Sir Rowland, meantime, throw himself on his knees beside his sister, and, clasping her chilly fingers within his own, besought her forgiveness in the most passionate terms. To have sprung this upon them to-night would have been worth a thousand pounds. "Do not despair, my sweet soul," said Wood, in a soothing tone. ‘Gérard, do not go,’ she cried, breathless. The summer arrived, speeding the Plague and with it the famine in the streets. ’ She spoke with difficulty, holding down the rising emotion that threatened to overwhelm her. "I wouldn't force him for the world: but if he don't tip the stivers, may I be cursed if he don't get a taste of the aqua pompaginis. Pierre.
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