She heard her husband’s heavy tread descending the stairs, and the wheels of his carriage as he drove off. "Good-b'ye!" And with a cordial shake of the hand he took his departure. The vault, in which Sir Rowland found himself, resembled in some measure the cabin of a ship. " Mrs. O God! O God!" And he appeared convulsed with agony. Very glad. “Wild horses—not if they have all the mounted police in London—shan’t keep me out.
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