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Her long incarceration at the convent in Blaye had taught her to be dismissive of her own appearance. The poor boy, whose hands were pinioned behind him, looked very pale, but neither trembled, nor exhibited any other symptom of alarm. “These are the times that would make me glad to live forever, if only they lasted. " So saying, he sprang, with a bound like that of a tiger-cat, against the throat of the woollen-draper. Ramage. Wood, despair will come over me; and, dear as this babe is to me, far dearer than my own wretched life, which I would lay down for him any minute, I have prayed to Heaven to remove him, rather than he should grow up to be a man, and be exposed to his father's temptations—rather than he should live as wickedly and die as disgracefully as his father. Montressor’s guests. ’ He grinned.
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