"Shoot him! shoot him! Put him out of hish mishery," cried the Jew. "Now your curiosity's satisfied, child," continued Kneebone, "perhaps, you'll
attend to my orders. "
"Gem'men o' the votch!" cried Sharples, as loudly as a wheezy cough would
permit him, "my noble pris'ner—ough! ough;—the Markis o' Slaughterford
——"
Further speech was cut short by a volley of execrations from the angry guardians
of the night. ”
“How?”
“Well—a little clumsily. Gerald watched her vanish into the darkness, unusually incensed. The open windows were above
them now and, unless the intruder were to lean out, they could not possibly be
seen. "Lost no time on the road—eh!—I didn't expect you till to-morrow at the
earliest. "Sir Rowland must be gone. She forgot Anna’s
sacrifices, forgot her own callousness, forgot the burden which she had fastened
upon her sister’s shoulders.
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