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Why then, the devil take doubting! Do you but tell me what I am to do.

I will. But first you must swear me a solemn oath that no living creature in the wide world shall know what I confide to you.

Is that all? You shall have ten oaths, if you will.

Not so lightly, young Sir! 'Tis no jesting matter.

Well, well; I am grave enough.

In the Dales you called yourself a Count's son;—is't not so?

Nay—begin you now on  again? Have I not made free confession

You mistake me. What you said in the Dales was the truth.

The truth? What mean you by that? Tell me but!