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“No, I am alone,” she answered. Pottiswick’s daughter found her tongue. "I should never have been what I am, but for you. On the contrary, it was impossible to look at him without perceiving that his resolution was unshaken. ’ She stopped, her lips tightening. You come to England, and hide in a secret convent in London. "My mother,—my poor mother!" exclaimed Jack. “Then assuredly!” said Manning. He recognised this object at once. From the first of these alighted Thames, or, as he must now be styled, the Marquis de Chatillon. CHAPTER XIX.
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