A ball from Wild's pistol passed through his heart, and a volley of musketry poured from the guards lodged several balls in the yet breathing body of his leader. “Good God!” he exclaimed. " "Gem'men o' the votch!" cried Sharples, as loudly as a wheezy cough would permit him, "my noble pris'ner—ough! ough;—the Markis o' Slaughterford ——" Further speech was cut short by a volley of execrations from the angry guardians of the night. “You are absurd,” she declared. Once in the room, the door locked, the sense of loneliness had dropped away from her as the mists used to drop away from the mountain in the morning. Still, his conscience was partly satisfied. ’ ‘Prudence,’ repeated Gerald unguardedly. That's why I'm so anxious to get her to a haven. ‘This we will leave. You've a good deal to go through to-night.
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