What was to hinder me, if I had been so inclined, from directing them to your retreat?" "Enough," replied Darrell. I knew it was in vain to cry 'murder!' in the Mint, so I had recourse to stratagem. Wood!—no," replied the turnkey. . The mode of destruction makes no difference. But Bess could scarcely summon resolution enough to hazard the experiment; and it was only on Jack's urgent intreaties, and even threats, that she could be prevailed on to trust herself to the frail tenure of the rope he had prepared. I'm no great judge of these articles, Ma'am; but I trust to your honour not to palm off paste upon me. It means. “What is the good of pretending?” she said. If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you had only to turn to a certain page. I'm one of those unfortunate duffers who have too much imagination—the kind who build their own chimeras and then run away from them. ’ A reluctant laugh escaped him. "Perhaps," replied Wood, doubtfully.
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