I swore I would bring your husband to the gallows,—would plunge you in such want, such distress, that you should have no alternative but the last frightful resource of misery,—and I also swore, that if you had a son he should share the same fate as his father. She would be enduing this chap with attributes he did not possess, clothing him in fictional ruffles. The Jacobite. Sorry to be so nosy. In the distance a bell clanged, and chattering broke out in the doorway as several nuns came crowding in.
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