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I shall never forgive myself for forgetting that Casemate was still at large. I had thought of him twice since my rescue -- once as I lay by the brook, awaiting Mansel's return, and again whilst Mansel was gone to open the castle gate: and each time, before he was back, I had let some other matter thrust Casemate out of my mind.
I have no excuse to offer. It was a monstrous negligence, for which I can never account, though sometimes I strive to believe that Rose Noble's familiar possessed me to let Mansel down.