He drew a little sigh of relief. ” “I suppose,” said Constance, stencilling away at bright pink petals, “it’s our lot. Pray, walk in. Just as they reached the eastern outlet of the churchyard— where the tall elms cast a pleasant shade over the rustic graves—a momentary stoppage took place. Warned of the approach of the prisoners by the increased clamour, Sharples, who was busied in distributing the Marquis's donation, affected to throw the remainder of the money among the crowd, though, in reality, he kept back a couple of guineas, which he slipped into his sleeve, and running hastily up the steps, unlocked the door. ’ ‘Indeed, I’m beginning to think so,’ he said ruefully. He swung it open and then used his body to pin her against her seat.
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