’ ‘Lord, man, it’s only a scratch!’ Suddenly Gerald snapped his fingers. I might as well be at Morningside Park. He had to know the truth, Melusine. The aspect of the place, so far as he could discern through the gloom, was strange to him; but chancing to raise his eyes above the level of the surrounding habitations, he beheld, relieved against the sombre sky, the tall steeple of Saint Giles's church, the precursor of the present structure, which was not erected till some fifteen years later. Hilary made a movement as if he would seize the opportunity to disarm the girl, but Gerald stopped him. The only departure which he made from the fashion of the period, was in respect to the peruke—an article he could never be induced to wear.
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