“I heard the clock strike as I crossed the square,” she answered. "The feeling is dead within my breast. There was a gallows erected, and a great mob round it—thousands of people, and all with white faces like corpses. I came to London to look for you, and somehow the figure I saw in my dreams had got mixed up with you. ’ ‘Must we talk of it? I’m trying to forget it. She answered slowly. Sir John saw it, and was flattered. “MY DEAR DAUGHTER,” it ran,—“Here, on the verge of the season of forgiveness I hold out a last hand to you in the hope of a reconciliation.
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