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and understand that my adoration and misery and unworthiness when I think of you are such as I can not measure , and afford me no judicious moment wherein to fashion lies . For I shall not see you any more . `` I thank you , madame , for your all-unmerited kindnesses , and , oh , I pray you to believe ! '' _ How the Bishop Aided Perion _ Then at three o'clock , as Perion supposed , someone tapped upon the door . Perion went out into the corridor , which was now unlighted , so that he had to hold to the cloak of Ayrart de Montors as the young prelate guided Perion through the complexities of unfamiliar halls and stairways into an inhospitable night . There were ready two horses , and presently the men were mounted and away . Once only Perion shifted in the saddle to glance back at Bellegarde , black and formless against an empty sky ; and he dared not look again , for the thought of her that lay awake in the Marshal 's Tower , so near at hand as yet , was like a dagger .