The brilliant sunshine poured through the window, effecting an oblong block of mote-swimming light. You must be lonely here with only a few men friends. I will confide it to Father Spencer, who will acquaint you with it when I am no more. I won’t tolerate any foreign tongue in this house, least of all that confounded French. And his scarlet coat had nothing to do with it, as Hilary was fond of recounting, for he had been in civilian clothes when they met, as he was tonight. And God had let him do it! He was—and now he perfectly understood that he was—treading the queerest labyrinth a man had ever entered.
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