"No; it's only a fresh gale," Ben returned: "hark! now it comes. He believed me when I asked him to marry me. I didn't expect you home before that hour, Sir. Only identity, and a chance to be someone other than a nun. The rain smelled of the Tyrrhenian Sea, which lay only a few paces beyond the manor's white sea-soaked walls. Cloud back of your hat!" He opened his eyes again. He looked up to see an ancient coach making its ponderous way down the street. In stature, he was short and stumpy; in person, corpulent; and in countenance, sleek, snub-nosed, and demure. . He chuckled.
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