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" "Arm yourself with that ruffian's weapons," replied Jack, "and let us search for her. "' Instead of regarding him, Jack glanced over the iron bannisters, and measured the distance. “About my sister,” she repeated slowly. "Arrest!" vociferated Wood. “It’s the stir of spring,” he said. Presently. ‘Not kill me, I mean. ‘She? Sa femme? That is the game then? That she could dare to take my place, that salope. He fancied that the turnkeys had discovered his flight and were in pursuit of him,—that they had climbed up the chimney,—entered the Red Room,— tracked him from door to door, and were now only detained by the gate which he had left unbroken in the chapel. Her cheeks seemed to burn, her veins ran riot, and her heart was beating so fast that she was sure he must feel it through his scarlet coat. She fixed her eyes upon it and ran, keeping always as far as possible in the shadow of the hedge, gazing fearfully every now and then down along the valley for the white smoke of the train.
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