Lady Angela shrugged her shoulders. " "May I trust you?" hesitated Thames. " "Sir Rowland is dead," replied Jonathan, gloomily. She lay still for a long time, and her mind resumed at a more tolerable pace. "Because—because I'm always distrustful of a priest," rejoined Jonathan. Then blackness.
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