" "Who cares if we do?" retorted Sheppard, with a look of defiance. There was no way of recalling the words; so she waited. Wearied at length with thinking on the past, and terrified by the prospect of the future, he threw himself on the straw with which the cage was littered, and endeavoured to compose himself to slumber. Wood, who had recovered her good humour, quitted the room she bestowed a hearty embrace on Thames, and she told him laughingly, that she would "defer all she had to propose to him until to-morrow. Spurling bit her lips to conceal her mirth. I’m sorry Lucy. ’ ‘But you mind that I say I do not trust you. Kneebone, addressing his comely attendant; "put a few more plates on the table, and bring up whatever there is in the larder. The air was crisp and dry.
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