He paused at the bamboo curtain of her room, which was in semi-darkness. Believe me, the bitterness of it has almost departed, crushed out of
me together with much of the weariness and sorrow I brought with me here by
the nameless glory of these lonely months. ‘You think I am like that Valade?
No, a thousand times. Perhaps at the first blush—it strikes you as odd. The Bishop, however, to show him the danger of meddling with the
church, gave him a dance at Tyburn for his pains. "
"Be it so!" rejoined Sir Rowland, with concentrated fury; "but before we do part,
I am resolved to know the name of your pretended husband!"
"Torture shall not wrest it from me," answered his sister, firmly. He said nothing.
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