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Chapter 27

           "Iwasnotborn,"shesaid,"father,thewretchthatthounowseestme.Iwasfree,washappy,washonoured,loved,andwasbeloved.Iamnowaslave,miserableanddegradedthesportofmymasters’passionswhileIhadyetbeautytheobjectoftheircontempt,scorn,andhatred,sinceithaspassedaway.Dostthouwonder,father,thatIshouldhatemankind,and,aboveall,theracethathaswroughtthischangeinme?Canthewrinkleddecrepithagbeforethee,whosewrathmustventitselfinimpotentcurses,forgetshewasoncethedaughterofthenobleThaneofTorquilstone,beforewhosefrownathousandvassalstrembled?"

           "ThouthedaughterofTorquilWolfganger!"saidCedric,recedingashespoke;"thouthouthedaughterofthatnobleSaxon,myfather’sfriendandcompanioninarms!"

           "Thyfather’sfriend!"echoedUrfried;"thenCedriccalledtheSaxonstandsbeforeme,forthenobleHerewardofRotherwoodhadbutoneson,whosenameiswellknownamonghiscountrymen.ButifthouartCedricofRotherwood,whythisreligiousdress?hastthoutoodespairedofsavingthycountry,andsoughtrefugefromoppressionintheshadeoftheconvent?"

           "ItmattersnotwhoIam,"saidCedric;"proceed,unhappywoman,withthytaleofhorrorandguilt!Guilttheremustbethereisguilteveninthylivingtotellit."

           "Thereisthereis,"answeredthewretchedwoman,"deep,black,damningguilt,guilt,thatlieslikealoadatmybreastguilt,thatallthepenitentialfiresofhereaftercannotcleanse.

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