" "Hold your tongue, hussy!" cried her husband gruffly. She turned there, clasped her hands behind her back and put up her chin. However, I daresay that we shall come across one another before long. These fellows must be right,” he added thoughtfully, “and yet—there’s a mystery somewhere. Then he sat down again in a chair and said that people who wrote novels ought to be strung up. Come with me to the Condemned Hold directly, and, if I find my fears confirmed, I'll—" He was here interrupted by the sudden entrance of the black, who rushed precipitately into the room, letting fall the heavy bunch of keys in his fright. “But—your people!” she gasped. Wood's anxiety respecting the fugitive was speedily relieved by hearing another waterman busy himself in preparation for starting; and, shortly after, the dip of a second pair of oars sounded upon the river. She followed the official back into his room. It did not occur to her that save for some accidents of education and character they had souls like her own.
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