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In each pause she could sense his growing trepidation. The twenty pounds burned with avidity. She crushed the letter in her hand. It was a reputation by no means deserved. The rear of the party was brought up by a large, powerfully-built man, with a bluff, honest, but rugged countenance, slashed with many a cut and scar, and stamped with that surly, sturdy, bull-dog-like look, which an Englishman always delights to contemplate, because he conceives it to be characteristic of his countrymen. He was now at the entrance of the chapel, and striking the door over which he had previously climbed a violent blow with the bar, it flew open. Stanley, whose family had been by any reckoning inconsiderable—to use the kindliest term.
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