The costume of this personage was somewhat singular, and might have passed for a masquerading habit, had not the imperturbable gravity of his demeanour forbidden any such supposition. "You were watched to-night by Blueskin. The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination. "Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, folding her to his breast. The Jew did not speak, but pointed to the audience-chamber. Perhaps I'd better open it now. It is the horse of the priest, you understand, and—and he does not know that I have borrowed it. Her eyes threatened to leak tears, she blinked.
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