Looked all over that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no sign of them. He began shoveling dirt over the bodies. He shut his eyes and groped for the wall to steady himself, wondering if this bit of mummery would get over. I only wish he was not a Papist and a Jacobite. "It was some time before I could get him to move. You will also become a very rich man, though I wish that the circumstances had been different.
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