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The signs of tears had all gone, but some subtle change seemed to have stolen into her face. She had nothing to say for herself. There was a gallows erected, and a great mob round it—thousands of people, and all with white faces like corpses. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. ‘But do you think I can blame you for this, Marthe?’ ‘I blame myself. They did not want her. “I would marry your sister anyhow, under any circumstances,” he answered. She rose, paid her bill, and turned westwards.
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