’ ‘I suppose you want to take her along as well as that infernal stolen horse?’ said Hilary sarcastically. He glanced downwards at the impetuous torrent, which he could perceive shooting past him with lightning swiftness in the gloom. I came to the Beck’s house. The necessity of defending herself and assuming a confident and secure tone did much to dispell the sense of being exposed and indefensible in a huge dingy world that abounded in sinister possibilities. She knew she was a monster and so did they. On a bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and a tankard by his side, sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture of good-heartedness and benevolence.
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