So far she had the utmost difficulty in getting on to that vitally important matter. ‘While you are making me this interrogation, my poor Jacques bleeds to death. “But I am sorry,” she exclaimed. But not finding it, he had again recourse to the bludgeon, and began beating the hand fixed on the upper rail, until, by smashing the fingers, he forced it to relinquish its hold. Winifred, you are deceived in me. By the time he had reached the summit of this hill, he had lost all trace of them; and the ardour of the chase having in some measure subsided, he began to reproach himself for his folly, in having wandered—as he conceived—so far out of his course. Did you grow up at the Valade estates? You were born a Valade, I take it, even though your father is English.
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