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‘This is not love, Marthe. He will have it that I’ve taken leave of my senses. It would be a great matter, I must own, to bring Jonathan Wild to justice. But the letter, written in his son’s own hand, and addressed to the Mother Abbess of the Convent of the Sisters of Wisdom near Blaye in the district of Santonge, dated a little over five years previously, exercised a powerful effect upon him. . She learned that they had granted her the attributes of an earth elemental goddess, and they considered her as necessary as the wolf, as if she had a role to play in the natural order. Who was he to tread on her dreams? She had heroworshipped an unscrupulous adventurer, who had not hesitated to impose on her youth and her ignorance. . What can she have done to deserve such a fate? Oh!” They both turned round at Anna’s exclamation. " "My conscience acquits me of all share in the offence," replied Jack, humbly. He glanced down between the still narrow distance that lay between Melusine and himself, and discovered her hand there, a very small dagger within it. Did he track her? She was unaware if he did.
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