Suddenly she understood. By a sort of instinct. ‘And that object confirms me in the belief that it is not I who will shortly meet my maker. "I am glad you think that," she replied. "And now," she added, with somewhat more composure, "leave me, dear friends, I entreat, for a few minutes to collect my scattered thoughts—to prepare myself for what I have to go through—to pray for my son. Wood!" "Leave go!" thundered Blueskin—"leave go—you'd better!"—and he held the sack as firmly as he could with one hand, while with the other he searched for his knife. She elected to go to prison. But it was her proof. Wanting his coat, when he must have known that the pockets were empty! But the effort to talk had cost him something. ’ ‘Then you will die at the hands of the canaille. "I've set a trap for him.
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