Hidden menace; a prescience of something dreadful about to happen. "Oh, God! would you take him from me?— would you murder him?" "His father's name?—and he is free," rejoined Rowland, holding her arms. ” They left the restaurant just as the rain slowed to a dull trickle, the fury of the storm exhausted, having left mirror puddles in its wake. " "Very well," replied Thames, about to depart. They do not come for me, to find me and bring me home. ‘That’s better,’ said Gerald, and let her go. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. " "Stand off, Poll," rejoined the woollen-draper; "I don't want to hurt you.
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