A lucky escape. Crossing several fields, newly mown, or filled with lines of tedded hay, she arrived, not without great exertion, at the summit of a hill. It was just such a bedroom as she would have chosen for herself. Near to these hopeful youths sat a fence, or receiver, bargaining with a clouter, or pickpocket, for a suit,—or, to speak in more intelligible language, a watch and seals, two cloaks, commonly called watch-cases, and a wedge-lobb, otherwise known as a silver snuff-box. Never mind. It heralded you, promised you. It was fortunate that by this time Winifred had so far recovered, as to be able to afford her father the best and only solace that, under the circumstances, he could have received,—her personal attentions. He threw up his hand, reeled for a moment on his feet, and collapsed upon the floor. “Mr. Vee’s all right. "When did you see him, my love?" "A short time ago," replied the housekeeper, unsuspiciously.
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