” Chapter XIX “THIS IS NOT THE END” “I said some afternoon,” she remarked, throwing open her warm coat, and taking off her gloves, “but I certainly did not mean to-day. “You need not be alarmed,” he said. Me, you may have. A cool gray light illuminated small portions of the stone floor. He's coming. No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor.
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