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Chapter 27

           —Yes,inthesehalls,stainedwiththenobleandpurebloodofmyfatherandmybrethren—intheseveryhalls,tohavelivedtheparamouroftheirmurderer,theslaveatonceandthepartakerofhispleasures,wastorendereverybreathwhichIdrewofvitalair,acrimeandacurse."

           "Wretchedwoman!"exclaimedCedric."Andwhilethefriendsofthyfather—whileeachtrueSaxonheart,asitbreathedarequiemforhissoul,andthoseofhisvaliantsons,forgotnotintheirprayersthemurderedUlrica—whileallmournedandhonouredthedead,thouhastlivedtomeritourhateandexecration—livedtounitethyselfwiththeviletyrantwhomurderedthynearestanddearest—whoshedthebloodofinfancy,ratherthanamaleofthenoblehouseofTorquilWolfgangershouldsurvive—withhimhastthoulivedtounitethyself,andinthehandsoflawlesslove!"

           "Inlawlesshands,indeed,butnotinthoseoflove!"answeredthehag;"lovewillsoonervisittheregionsofeternaldoom,thanthoseunhallowedvaults.—No,withthatatleastIcannotreproachmyself—hatredtoFront-de-Boeufandhisracegovernedmysoulmostdeeply,eveninthehourofhisguiltyendearments."

           "Youhatedhim,andyetyoulived,"repliedCedric;"wretch!wastherenoponiard—noknife—nobodkin!—Wellwasitforthee,sincethoudidstprizesuchanexistence,thatthesecretsofaNormancastlearelikethoseofthegrave.

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