I was strolling along these ramparts, thinking of our pleasant encounter at the hour of the Angelus to-morrow...

when this light attracted me....
feared I had lost my way and climbed the window to obtain information." "As to your way to the nearest prison cell, Sir Percy ?" queried Chauvelin drily.
"As to anywhere, where I could sit more comfortably than on this demmed sill....

It must be very dusty, and I vow 'tis terribly hard..." "I presume, Sir Percy, that you did my colleague and myself the honour of listening to our conversation ?" "An you desired to talk secrets, Monsieur...

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Chaubertin...