" The foregoing conversation, having been conducted throughout in a low tone, and apart, had not reached the ears of Mr. . She said she hoped she had not distressed him by the course she had felt obliged to take, and he told her not to be a fool. "Thames Darrell only waits my mandate to follow him. ‘Forgive this intrusion, ma’am, I beg. Wood's ear, whispered, "secret agents from France—you understand—friends to the cause—hem!" "I see,—persons of rank!" Mr. She would rend him limb from limb like a fiend if only she could move. What was the alternative to going home? No alternative appeared in that darkness. Rattles were sprung; lanterns lighted, and hoisted at the end of poles; windows thrown open; doors unbarred; and, as if by magic, the street was instantaneously filled with a crowd of persons of both sexes, armed with such weapons as came most readily to hand, and dressed in such garments as could be most easily slipped on. “You haven’t come here to make a lot of difficulties?” she asked. Fool that I was to part with my lantern! But I'll soon set myself straight. "Hear me, Sir Rowland!" he cried. Surely she could ignore him.
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