Her head rose. As usual, however, on the occasion of any great calamity, a crowd was scouring the streets, whose sole object was plunder. ‘She may well try to go back. By this time, the door was unlocked, and drawing his sword, Quilt entered the cell. And now, my love," she added, with a relenting look, "I'm content to make up our quarrel.
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