“You are very good,” she said. “I do not blame him. "No, no, Sir," replied Ireton. "Damnation!" exclaimed one of the leaders of the party in a furious tone, snatching a torch from an attendant, and throwing its light full upon the face of the carpenter; "this is not the villain, Sir Cecil. Nothing has been touched since. And where was that devil? Had the soldiers found him? She could not think he had escaped, for she had only just made it into the passage as they entered the library. It was always jabbing him with white-hot barbs, waking or sleeping. His stories had enchanted her, even if in some deep corner of her heart she guessed they were not entirely true.
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