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And next morning she attired herself with especial care and neatness, found his address in the Directory at a post-office, and went to him. ‘Mademoiselle,’ he had greeted her, entering the little private parlour where, Martha being at prayer in their room, she sat alone, reading over and over the letter Mother Abbess had given her and revolving plans in her head. The chapel was again crowded with visitors, and every eye—even that of Jonathan Wild who had come thither to deride him,—was fixed upon him. I wonder. I killed him, Nigel. There was a round table covered, not with the usual “tapestry” cover, but with a plain green cloth that went passably with the wall-paper. What!—add another drop to her cup? Who knows? Any day they may find me. A post-chaise seen in the road first alarmed us. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness.
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