‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’ ‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice. “It was fine and brave of you. He was afraid if he stayed that he would make a fool of himself. “Let’s go home. Just my room. On their return, the jailers raised up Jonathan, who was weltering in his blood, and who appeared to be dying.
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