On Sunday, he was conveyed to the chapel, through which he had passed on the occasion of his great escape, and once more took his seat in the Condemned Pew. 1. Bête, she told herself fiercely. Here was no crooked soul; a little weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. All the king's horses and all the king's men could not undo what was done; nor kill the strange exquisite flower that had grown up in his own lonely heart.
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