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Jack, whose clothes were covered with dust, and whose face was deathly pale from his recent exertion, looked more like a phantom than a living person. He felt her observance and warmed to it. His glasses were gone. 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. He rested his brow on his hand and conveyed magnificent tragedy by his pose. "Damnation!" exclaimed Wild with a snarl, that displayed his glistening fangs to the farthest extremity of his mouth, "I'm not to be trifled with thus. At a little after five, on that day, four horses dashed round the corner of the Old Bailey, and drew up before the door of the Lodge. This whole affair is truly my fault. "Nothing!" echoed the other, scornfully. "But it wants something here.
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