Making her couch upon a heap of hay, she sank at once into a deep and refreshing slumber. Gerald doubted there would be many eager suitors, even assuming the comtesse was keen to marry off her daughter to a foreign protestant. She said it audibly, having learned long since that an audible prayer was a concentrated one. “And yet I wonder whether the world ever held such another enigma in her sex. At this moment, the landlord of the Crown, a jovial-looking stout personage, with a white apron round his waist, issued from the house, bearing a large wooden bowl filled with ale, which he offered to Jack, who instantly rose to receive it.
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