" "What is it?" asked the poor woman. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. Then she looked up the sweep of pine-trees to the towering sunlit cliffs and the high heaven above and then back to his face. ” Sir John’s head bent lower and lower. I want to leave Paris to-day. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.
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