‘Eh bien. "Come out!" roared Quilt, looking into the aperture. ” “Tut!” he said, fuming, and put out his hand to the papers in the pink tape. She was not squeamish—although the sight of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience. A militiaman came belting down the stairs, another leapt from outside the front door, and a third, stalwart and stolid, came in through the door that led to the rooms to the front of the house. Indeed, he told me nothing at all. . " "Never!" rejoined Kneebone, with increased ardour,—"never, till I receive from your own lips the answer which is to make me the happiest or the most miserable of mankind. Our heads swim with the thought of being together. Why ain’t you gorn? Seems to me I had ought to arrest you. I should like Mr. "Take him to the bilbowes. Good-bye, for the pressent—ha! ha!" And, laughing loudly at his own facetiousness, he quitted the Lodge.
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