" "What's that?" "Think it over," said McClintock, grimly. " Neither spinster noticed the reluctance in the tones. Then he stood up and hailed a fiacre. Read that letter, Thames—my lord marquis, I mean. "By the powers!" he added, turning his lantern full upon the face of the captive, "he's a nice gennteel-lookin' kiddy, I must say. Tears started to the young man's eyes on beholding the change, and it was with difficulty he could command himself sufficiently to make the inquiries he desired to do respecting the former owner of the house. The oblique ruddy lighting distorted them oddly, made queer bars and patches of shadow upon their clothes. Her breath came fast in little sobbing pants.
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