It was also cold, and dark, for there had been no time to light the lantern. God forgive you!" "May He, indeed, forgive me!" returned Trenchard, crossing himself devoutly; "but my guilt is not the less heavy, because your child escaped. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. He came in with his hands in his trousers pockets and a general air of depression in his bearing. "So we are, Ma'am, by your charms," returned Mr. ” She paused.
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