She did not wince. No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor. There, in a little tea and sweetstuff shop, she bought and consumed slowly and absent-mindedly the insufficient nourishment that is natural to her sex on such occasions. “How unkind!” she exclaimed. Yon must be mine to-night. ‘Do not imagine that I will leave poor Jacques.
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