" "Well, think no more about it," returned Thames. He stooped to recover it, and his face was hidden. She pulled her veil down, and he knew that silence was best. "You have said," pursued the widow, "that she, who has once erred, is irreclaimable. Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors. CHAPTER XII.
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