127 “But Mary Lucia, it isn’t what it looks like! She’s an old friend, there’s nothing serious going on!” Without a word, she about-faced and flew down his steps, running fast, jumping four steps at a time. " No sooner had Wood crept through the window, than nature gave way, and he fainted. ‘That is my mother. "Stop thief!" clamoured the rabble behind. "We'll give them the slip yet, and hang that butcherly thief-taker upon his own gibbet. It is the horse of the priest, you understand, and—and he does not know that I have borrowed it. “I love this warm end of summer more than words can tell,” he said.
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