She sat down awkwardly and helplessly on one of the little stools by her table and covered her face with her hands. Are you sure you're not misinformed, Sir?" "I was in the Lodge at the time," replied the jailer. . And they had an idea of what men were like behind all their nicety. The perception of him flooded her being. His countenance was pale as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did he betray the slightest appearance of fear.
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