It was the crowned queen of mountains in her robes of shining white. A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend. I shan't let you off a farthing. Twelve years, then, have elapsed since the date of the occurrences detailed in the preceding division of this history. Looked all over that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no sign of them. As absurd as that you take this interest in my affairs.
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