She could feel her face turning beet red. "Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears, "she would never have died thus. "So, stir your stumps, Saint Giles; and, if you mean to lock us up, use despatch. When I think of the love you give me—One ought to give you back love. .
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