The chapel was again crowded with visitors, and every eye—even that of Jonathan Wild who had come thither to deride him,—was fixed upon him. And I passed myself off as Meysey Hill, and since—then—I haven’t had a minute’s peace. Yet she held her tongue. Gianfrancesco stumbled belatedly onto the beach, his feet padding wet sand.
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