“I cannot but conclude,” he said, “that your errand involved the recital to my wife of some trouble in which you find yourself. Consternation gripped him. "Don't scourge me," she cried, trying to hide herself in the farthest corner of the cell. Would to God I had. He noted that she was fully dressed, that her hair was carefully done, that there was a knotted ribbon around her throat. ‘The sisters here will not save you. He started a dozen stories, but they all ended in the waste-basket. ‘First I must see Jacques, and—’ ‘No need for that,’ intervened Roding, grasping her arm and trying to drag her to the door.
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