" O'Higgins tore free the scarlet band of his perfecto, the end of which he bit off with strong white teeth, and smiled. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she panted, shifting wildly in his hold, so that he had all to do to keep her thus imprisoned. Their faces were masks of abject horror, sunken and shriveled, their cheekbones protruding. Crack went the whip, and away floundered the heavy vehicle through the deep ruts of the ill-kept road, or rather lane, (for it was little better,) which, then, led across Southampton Fields. He got off at Canal, and she exited behind the crowd. ” She assented gently. For if Gerald had indeed gone to see this Prudence, it was better to wait for his report.
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