Her knees were trembling, her whole frame was shaken with sobs. Ireton," cried Jack, in accents of the most urgent entreaty, "before you take me hence, I implore you—if you would further the ends of justice—search this house. I burned it. Winds returned, the gardens withered, and roses would not bloom.
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