There was a tearing sound and the cloth of her habit ripped apart as the smothered point drove through it, missing its intended target. "Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears, "she would never have died thus. Manning. Chapter XVI THE DISCOMFITURE OF SIR JOHN Sir John looked from one to the other of the two sisters. She was flushed, and her eyes were bright and angry; her breath came sobbing, and her hair was all abroad in wandering strands of black. Something in his tone pinched her heart. She felt flattered. Um. Her heart ached; and that puzzled her.
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