Marvel was almost dislodged from his seat on the coffin by a dead dog, which was hurled against him, and struck him in the face. The lips were straight and pale, the chin aggressive, the nose indomitable. The challenge gave her courage. This suggestion being approved, was instantly acted upon, and the thief-taker, accompanied by a body of the grenadiers, rode forward. ‘You!’ ‘Yes, it is I, mademoiselle,’ he continued in his own tongue.
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