"Do you hear me?" cried the lady, with increasing vehemence. Kneebone," observed Shotbolt, as he emptied his tenth tumbler; "I'm sure he's meditating an escape, and hopes to accomplish it to-night. A row of magnificent, and even then venerable, elms threw their broad arms over this pleasant spot.
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