"Forgive—forgive me!" "I have nothing to forgive," replied Mrs. Her cheeks were the colour of chalk, her eyes were filled with terror. ’ ‘That’s right,’ agreed the militiaman, coming forward to stand before her. He could talk to her as frankly as he could to a man, that she would not take offence at anything so long as it was in the form of explanation. Who could guarantee a safer existence outside Florence? That Sebastian seemed to have a weird immunity to the Pestilence was a trait that went unquestioned, unanswered. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. She reflected before answering. His efforts at self-destruction were, however, prevented. Strange!" he added, as the groom departed; "Bay Stuart has carried me through a hundred dangers, but never played me such a trick before.
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