"Very well," said Rachel, with a toss of her pretty head, "very well. Never mind. “I don’t want you to do it, to go on talking to me. "I can never get poor Tom's last look out of my head, as he stood in the Stone-Hall at Newgate, after his irons had been knocked off, unless I manage to stupify myself somehow. The primitive superstition of his Puritan forbears was his; and before this the buckler of his education disintegrated. ‘But how did she meet such a person in a convent?’ ‘He was wounded and came there for sanctuary,’ Gerald explained, adding almost through his teeth.
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