” They were in the elder Widgett girl’s bedroom; Hetty was laid up, she said, with a sprained ankle, and a miscellaneous party was gossiping away her tedium. Her amusement fled and she stared at him, as a slow thump began beating at her breast. No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor.
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