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I spent agonizing weeks wandering Mantua in
search of you, finally arriving at the idea of asking
someone who you were. Whatever you need to do, it is your business. The spy—if there was one hiding out in the late Jarvis
Remenham’s empty house—would be taken unawares. A question next arose whether the prisoner could be
executed under the existing warrant,—some inclining to one opinion, some to
another. She had
no inkling of that insupportable wrong. Following this direction, he opened a gate, and struck into one of the
most beautiful green lanes imaginable; which, after various windings, conducted
him into a more frequented road, and eventually brought him to the place he
sought. "Is it
indeed you, or am I dreaming?"
"You're not dreaming, mother," he answered. Good-bye, for the pressent—ha! ha!" And,
laughing loudly at his own facetiousness, he quitted the Lodge. "Do not shed more blood," cried the carpenter. "Let me go," cried Winifred. Besides, it was not the lodgekeeper’s business to know
that “other matters” included a reluctance on Gerald’s part to allow his little
company to conduct the search without him, and he’d had an engagement this
morning. I was happy to oblige
them, I had grown sick of the heat of the south and all
the miserable sun.
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