"Your son," replied Jack,—"your miserable, repentant son. They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. Whether it was the nun’s habit or the harlot’s clothing that distressed her more, he could not begin to guess. A thing which had mystified her since childhood, a smouldering wonder why it should be, and until now she had never felt the urge to investigate. ’ ‘Nonsense. "I am perhaps exceeding my authority in demanding so slight a sum," continued Jonathan, modestly, "and the Master of the Mint may not be disposed to let you off so lightly.
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