Spurling, and her now accepted suitor, resumed their seats. Cheveney strolled up, a pipe in his mouth. ’
‘Yolande, my maid?’
‘You don’t need a maid,’ Martha said stoutly. I don’t want to hear you. "And so you'll turn highwayman, will you, you young dog?" continued the
carpenter, cuffing him soundly,—"rob the mails, like Jack Hall, I suppose. The main idea now is of the future. works. "And when I further tell you," continued Jack, "that, after yourself and my
mother, I am the next heir to the estates of my grandfather, Sir Montacute
Trenchard, you will perhaps own that my caution is sufficiently disinterested. ”
He pronounced this with an air of profound conviction and with his eyes on
Ann Veronica’s face. Meantime,
the lady had overtaken them; but, terrified by the menaces of her vindictive
kinsmen, she did not dare to reveal herself to her husband, of whose
concealment on the roof of the very house the party were searching she was
aware.
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