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"Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river
is passing before me. “Experte credo. She would not sleep for fear of losing a
moment of that sense of his proximity. “It is a secret mission,” she declared. In no way could he be said to
contribute to the gaiety of the little party. She was still good at following orders. ‘And I’ll say it as often as I choose, you
confounded impertinent wench! Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m your
grandfather, girl. Warned of the approach of the prisoners by the increased clamour, Sharples, who
was busied in distributing the Marquis's donation, affected to throw the
remainder of the money among the crowd, though, in reality, he kept back a
couple of guineas, which he slipped into his sleeve, and running hastily up the
steps, unlocked the door. But she no longer obsessed over
heresy, no longer did she feel cursed by God.
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