I know nothing about the girl, save what you have told me. No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor. His treatment of his wife is most unsatisfactory. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. " "What gives you that idea?" "Well, we could find no letter of credit, no letters, no labels in his clothes—not a single clew to his real identity. ‘They cannot be worse than mine in English, monsieur. You called her a wanton!" "Because I had every reason to believe she was one. \" She said, bashful.
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