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"Cease your confounded clutter!" said a young man, whose swarthy visage, seen in the torchlight, struck Wood as being that of a Mulatto. He looked around, and as he heard that deafening shout,— as he felt the influence of those thousand eyes fixed upon him,—as he listened to the cheers, all his misgivings—if he had any—vanished, and he felt more as if he were marching to a triumph, than proceeding to a shameful death. Nothing would induce me to marry you, or any man at present. " "As in a dream. . " "I have often conjured up some frightful vision of the dead," murmured the knight, "but I never dreamed of an interview with the living. Lonesomeness isn't my worry. ‘From the convent, where else?’ ‘It does not strike me that you can possibly have been in a convent. . Then he stepped briskly to his feet and bent over the wounded man. The small grey feathers of her exquisitely shaped fan waved gently backwards and forwards. She seized the key, and he grasped her hand and squeezed it roughly and painfully between the handle and the ward as she tried to turn it. “Please forgive me—for one moment,” she sobbed.
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