" "Peace!" retorted Jack, with increased bitterness. She proffered her neck towards him. ‘Jacques,’ she said, turning to the lad, and holding the habit out, ‘take this for me and leave it in the passage where we have left the lantern. "I understand," replied the stranger, unable to repress a smile. Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors. “I will tell you something if you like.
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