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That was the sole chink in the prison where these two sat immured alone from their kind -- unless, indeed, the curate might know of another.
One thing Helen had ground for being certain of -- that the curate would tell them no more than he knew. Even George Bascombe, who did not believe one thing he said, counted him an honest man! Might she venture to consult him, putting the case as of a person who had done very wrong -- say stolen money or committed forgery or something? Might she not thus gather a little honey of comfort and bring it home to Leopold?