‘I beg your pardon?’ said Gerald. "So the wheelman told you? I've always spoken it, though I can neither read nor write it. She saw his face change, how he regretted. “I hate you because you are the Devil! Rot in Hell!” She was shocked at her own accusation, how she had savored the words. Aware that he should incur the thief-taker's bitterest animosity by what he had done, the watchman, whose wrath against Quilt Arnold had evaporated during the walk, thought it more prudent not to hazard a meeting with his master, till the storm had, in some measure, blown over. “I’ll go,” she vowed to the night, “or I’ll die!” She made plans and estimated means and resources. “Stop!” He ran towards her. He turned his eyes and stared at Miss Garvice like one who wakes from a reverie, and then got up and strolled down the laboratory toward his refuge, the preparation-room. But I don’t want to. We are nuns. " So saying, he violently shut and locked the door. At last he could bear it no longer. Very doubtful. ‘You’re the most troublesome wretch I’ve ever encountered,’ he told her bitterly.
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