On the same peg and evidently belonging to it was a black velvet Zouave jacket. No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor. He displayed a quite unprofessional vein of mysticism in the matter. His voice had changed, the joy had gone out of it; and she understood that something from the past had rolled up to spoil this hour. “You’ll get me to allude to it, but you’d have to torture me to admit it.
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