“Have some more port wine, sir?”
“It’s a very sound wine,” said Mr. With this view, he hurried to the spot where he had left the post-chaise, and
found it drawn up at the road-side, the postilion dismounted, and in charge of a
couple of farming-men. Her slender
throat was encircled by a black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and
upon the top of her head rested a diminutive lace cap. ‘You are not the only one to seek them out,’ he said. ‘Therefore
she cannot be the daughter of Suzanne Valade. "
"Let's toddle over to the Victoria at once. You desire to know who he was, Sir Rowland. "
Thus urged, Jack reluctantly departed. In
the midst of the holy place, which he had formerly profaned, lay the body of his
unfortunate mother, and he could not help looking upon her untimely end as the
retributive vengeance of Heaven for the crime he had committed. She laughed softly, and leaned
across the table.
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