Wood, in
his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle. "
"At your peril, sirrah!" cried Wood. Coat, on the present occasion, he had none, it being more convenient, as well as
agreeable to him, to pursue his avocations in his shirtsleeves; but, when fully
equipped, he wore a large-cuffed, long-skirted garment, which had once been the
property of his master. “What made you marry him? What made you
leave Paris without a word to any one? What made you and your sister exchange
identities?”
“There is one answer to all those questions, Nigel,” she said, with a nervous little
shudder. If I’m late again I’ll have to serve
another detention!” She excused herself, hoping it was
not too obvious she was running away. That was the only sound he heard. ’
Which effectually silenced her. "
"It's all over with him by this time, master," replied Ben, turning the head of his
boat, and rowing swiftly towards the scene of strife; "but d—n him, he was the
chap as hit poor Bill Thomson just now, and I don't much care if he should be
food for fishes. Today you shall promise
me that you will pull no more of these stunts. “He spends hours of every day on the pavement below,” Anna answered calmly. Loved his memory still, for
all he knew.
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