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How the deuce did I ever manage to
father such a brainless nincompoop? A nun, for God’s sake! A confounded
Catholic nun. What's-your-name?"
"Shotbolt, Sir," replied the jailer. His kisses drew deeper, he
started unlacing her dress. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew
pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in
welcome. Then the foremost
bowed and passed on. . She has contrived to keep out of my sight up to this time, and I've
no doubt she'll keep out of it altogether for the future. Hey. En tout cas, I will not permit that you endanger yourself again for
me. There was a couple who disappeared. Do I, Bess, eh?"
"Nobody whatever, love," replied Edgeworth Bess; "nobody but me, dear. "
Not a little perplexed by the mysterious object she had seen, Rachel left the
room, and, shortly afterwards returned with the materials of a tolerably good
supper;—to wit, a couple of cold fowls, a tongue, the best part of a sirloin of
beef, a jar of pickles, and two small dishes of pastry. She perceived that his countenance was only composed by a great effort,
his features severely compressed.
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