“Home, of course,” she answered. “Experte credo. I'll have no such toast drunk at my table!" "It's the king's birthday," urged the woollen draper. So I fear there's little chance of any one getting it. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. "I cannot—dare not injure him," rejoined Trenchard, with a haggard look, and sinking, as if paralysed, into a chair. Immediately behind this individual, came a pale, poverty-stricken woman, whose forlorn aspect contrasted strongly with his plump and comfortable physiognomy. She laughed till the tears stood in her eyes. “So you’d best open your coffers. Given the proper incentive, who could say that he might not likewise go nobly to some fine end? She thrilled. Such was the effect produced upon the passengers by his good looks and manly deportment, that few—especially of the gentler and more susceptible sex—failed to turn round and bestow a second glance upon the handsome stranger. But what did the occupant of the box care? The laugh was always with the dead: they were out of the muddle.
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