So far he had not stirred; from his bloodless lips had come no sound. Later that night, after she had cleaned herself and changed her clothes, he returned. Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors. He was standing up with the telegram crumpled in his hand. This lady is my wife, and I have a right to be here. God forgive you!" "May He, indeed, forgive me!" returned Trenchard, crossing himself devoutly; "but my guilt is not the less heavy, because your child escaped.
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