‘Champion?’ ‘The lad you saw following her. " "At your peril, sirrah!" cried Wood. Lord Charvill champed upon an invisible bit for a moment or two, closing the gap between himself and the girl, and muttering the name to himself in an overwrought sort of way. At six o'clock, the wicket was shut; and at nine, the jail was altogether locked up.
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