” “No,” she moaned, “not that. The theme was a masquerade. “Very likely,” he answered. The pavement had been hastily picked up, and heaped across the end of the street, upon which planks, barrels, and other barricades, were laid. I'll put a brace of dogs on your track, who'll soon hunt you down. How can he help you?” She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his heart beat to music.
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