"Open my heart, Father of Mercy!" she murmured, in a humble tone, and with downcast looks, "and make me sensible of the error of my ways. I won’t tolerate any foreign tongue in this house, least of all that confounded French. "At length, my vengeance is complete. Presently the odour of burnt powder mingled agreeably with that of the incense. ‘Nothing would do for her but to come here,’ grumbled Hilary, wiping his heated brow with a pocket handkerchief dragged from his immaculate white uniform breeches.
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