He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. "You poor child!" said Prudence. “John, you were never bound to me, you don’t owe me anything. You just married her. "Oh, lud! what's that?" exclaimed a female voice, from an adjoining room. Wood;—"Owen—Owen!—Thames, help!" "Coming!" cried Mr.
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