CHAPTER XXXI. ‘That’s my pet name. . “And what was that dreadful confession you had to make?” he was saying. But don’t run away with the idea that I’m hanging out for a wife at last, because I’m not. I'll put a brace of dogs on your track, who'll soon hunt you down. She proceeded to lift the front end of the car five feet from the ground with one hand. Enter the house with your men. What a girl of sixteen cares for is hair and a high color and moonlight and a tenor voice. As he understood it, folks saw in two or three days all there was to see of Canton. . Arrived there, their first object was to seek out Davies, by whom they were conducted to the lady's retreat,—a lone habitation, situated on the outskirts of Saint George's Fields in Southwark.
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