"I have not many days,—perhaps, not
many hours to live. Smith," observed Wood. She climbed back into the window an hour before
sunrise. It was precisely two o'clock on the morning of Whit-monday, the 25th of May
1724, when the remarkable escape before detailed was completed: and, though it
wanted full two hours to daybreak, the glimmer of a waning moon prevented it
from being totally dark. "How?" cried her brother, starting. "Shir Rowland Trenchard's affair—
eh?"
"That's it," rejoined Jonathan; "I expect him here every minute. Most of my people are upstairs dressing for dinner. She quickened her pace,
and so did he, talking at her slightly averted ear. Determined, however, not be taken with
life, he held on. "
"Can I not carry you where you can obtain help?" cried Jack in a agony of
distress. She had done forever with the Age of Chivalry, and her own
base adaptations of its traditions to the compromising life. "
"What?" said the doctor, whose thoughts were in something of a turmoil. She heard them diving after her, and noted
their starting eyes as they spied the opened panel. She fluttered her eyelashes, and
adopted the soulful tone that served her well at times.
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