" "Wretch!" cried Mrs. Spurlock advanced, the censer swung high. At this juncture, a cry burst from the child, who, nearly smothered by the weight imposed upon him, only recovered the use of his lungs as Wood altered the position of the bundle. ‘Parbleu, I hope that I do not have many more times to come in this way to the house,’ she muttered fretfully. She crushed the letter in her hand. Funny codgers, aren't they?" he said. The idea that he held in his arms the girl whom he had once so passionately loved, and for whom he still retained an ardent but hopeless attachment, almost overcame him. Had she not seen them go forth with tracts in their pockets and grins in their beards? To set fire to his imagination, to sting his sense of chivalry into being, to awaken his manhood, she must present some irresistible project. "There is a man in this room who seeks my life. "No, no," rejoined Thames; "fly—or I will not answer for your safety. ’ ‘There is no need for this,’ he ventured mildly, and lifted his finger to show his own pistol was not cocked. ” “I didn’t mind that little argument.
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