A fierce struggle ensued. "And, oh! forgive me, though I can never forgive myself, for the misery I have caused you. ’ She advanced towards him. She had never been so happy to vomit. “Why don’t you?” “Well, it might mean rather a row. You did not complain then that I personated you—no, nor when Sir John came to me in Paris, and for your sake I lied. ‘Jacques,’ she said, turning to the lad, and holding the habit out, ‘take this for me and leave it in the passage where we have left the lantern. Give me that precious charge," he added, snatching the bundle from Wood.
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