‘He arst me to find him someone who might go with you. The entire place was a masterpiece of wooden carving, a design of interleaving carried throughout. The arrival of the cart at the end of Field Lane, appeared the signal for an attempt at rescue. "Thus," replied the prize-fighter. Sheppard, vainly trying to discover a gleam of compassion in the thief-taker's inexorable countenance,—"Mercy! mercy!" "Pshaw!" rejoined Jonathan. . His pride, however, would not suffer him to interfere with their proceedings; much less could he bring himself to acknowledge that he had been in the wrong, and entreat Lady Trafford to remain, though he was well aware that her life might be endangered if she travelled by night. Had she too been flying from something and had accepted this method of escape? But what frying-pan could be equal to this fire? All this led him back to the original circle. ‘Oh, dearie me, you make me feel a traitor.
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