" "God forbid!" exclaimed Wood, fervently; and, as if afraid of prolonging the interview, he added, with some precipitation, "But I must be going: I've stayed here too long already. "Hell-hounds!" he cried; "release me!" At the same moment, Quilt Arnold rushed forward with such haste, that, stumbling over William Morgan, he precipitated him into the grave. ‘I have not asked for this trouble from anyone. The vicomte has, he say, enough femmes in his hands. Darting to a window looking in that direction, Thames threw it up, and discharged both his pistols, but without effect.
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