. His grief was so audible, that it attracted the notice of some of the bystanders, and Thames was obliged to beg him to control it. "Open my heart, Father of Mercy!" she murmured, in a humble tone, and with downcast looks, "and make me sensible of the error of my ways. She breathed into a cloth soaked in rose oil as Sebastian had prescribed, but the smell of roses mixed obscenely with the smell of death and decay, causing her to retch. . The Jacobite.
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