"My child!" he groaned faintly. ’ Dieu du ciel, but she was a fool. And I’ve read, and thought, and guessed, and looked—until MY innocence—it’s smirched. " Without waiting for a reply, but darting a malevolent look at the prisoner, he quitted the cell, the door of which was instantly double-locked and bolted. Who was he to tread on her dreams? She had heroworshipped an unscrupulous adventurer, who had not hesitated to impose on her youth and her ignorance.
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