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few more minutes, and she was safe. Gerald at once lowered his voice to that intimate level again, and leaned
towards her. "Shall I never banish those horrible phantoms from my couch—the
father with his bleeding breast and dripping hair!—the mother with her wringing
hands and looks of vengeance and reproach!—And must another be added to
their number—their son! Horror!—let me be spared this new crime! And yet the
gibbet—my name tarnished—my escutcheon blotted by the hangman!—No, I
cannot submit to that. "What has happened?" asked Sister Prudence. She was asked to
meet him after his game Saturday afternoon. "
"You need not," replied Jack, in a tone of the deepest compunction. Wood and the waterman, meanwhile, proceeded in the direction of St. ’
‘Ah, but there’s the little matter of your presence here,’ said Gerald on a note
of apology.
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