His gray eyes were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and panting. Andrew's Church, his pursuers had gained the bridge, and the attention of such passengers as crowded the streets was attracted towards him by their vociferations. Marvel, who, as he had helped to deprive her of her former husbands, thought himself in duty bound to offer to supply their place. Another horn now resounded from the further extremity of the thoroughfare; this was answered by a third; and presently a fourth, and more remote blast, took up the note of alarm. Shotbolt nodded in token of acquiescence, and emitted an odd guttural sound.
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