" "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. “My dear friend,” she laughed, “not so tragic, if you please. “The horse’s knees are broken, and I am not sure that the man is sober. I should lose every scrap of independence—even my self-respect. She was vehemently impatient—she did not clearly know for what—to do, to be, to experience. ‘No, but I seen the light, sir.
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