I don't know how to explain it," said Spurlock, "but music hits women queerly. " She paused. A stack of chimneys, on the house above them, had yielded to the storm, and descended in a shower of bricks and stones. Yet she took with her an uneasy consciousness that in this affair might lie the germs of future trouble. "Is she married?" he asked, after a brief pause. Upon this young fellow's face there were no wrinkles, only shadows, in the hollows of the cheeks and under the eyes. "Then I presume you've not been arrested?" "I have not," answered Wood firmly. He flung himself backwards, hit the dais and fell heavily before the altar, losing his low-crowned beaver. Having secured this implement, he burst from his conductor, and, leaping into the hatch, as clowns generally spring into the clockfaces, when in pursuit of harlequin in the pantomime,—that is, back foremost,— broke into a fit of loud and derisive laughter, kicking his heels merrily all the time against the boards. The Chapel was situated in the south-east angle of the jail; the ordinary at the time of this history being the Reverend Thomas Purney; the deputy chaplain, Mr. ’ Gerald opened his eyes at her. " "The very point I aim at," said Darrell as he passed through the outlet.
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