Or did he? Perhaps he had found another. I would that you
were my own. "Impossible!" exclaimed the widow, wildly. 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. ‘They lived with him, one after the other, for all the world as his
wife. In this spy theory, however, he had no faith whatsoever. ‘And it may interest you to know, mademoiselle, that the
first thing Gerald must needs do on reaching town is to rush off to that convent
of yours to make sure you were safe.
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