" CHAPTER XIV. The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. Jonathan aimed a blow at him, which, if it had taken place, must have instantly terminated the strife; but, avoiding this, he sprang at the thief-taker, and grappled with him. She wanted to take him in her arms and hush him, but she sat perfectly still. The road from Surbiton and Epsom ran under the arch, and, like a bright fungoid growth in the ditch, there was now appearing a sort of fourth estate of little redand-white rough-cast villas, with meretricious gables and very brassy windowblinds. Do you think that I shall ever make an actress, my friend?” “I doubt it,” he answered bluntly. "Recollect you are in my power. ’ ‘To be sure I do,’ said Gerald swiftly. The operation was effected with so much rapidity and so little noise, that even if any one had been on the alert, he could scarcely have detected it. Then the inner door opened abruptly.
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