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for me, a broken heart." "But, Lady Blakeney," said the young man, touched by the gentle earnestness of this exquisitely beautiful woman, "do you know that what you propose doing is man's work ?--you cannot possibly journey to Calais alone.

You would be running the greatest possible risks to yourself, and your chances of finding your husband now--were I to direct you ever so carefully--are infinitely remote.
"Oh, I hope there are risks!" she murmured softly, "I hope there are dangers, too!--I have so much to atone for.