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Having secured this implement, he burst from his conductor, and, leaping into the hatch, as clowns generally spring into the clockfaces, when in pursuit of harlequin in the pantomime,—that is, back foremost,— broke into a fit of loud and derisive laughter, kicking his heels merrily all the time against the boards. It is like a second honeymoon. A fierce struggle ensued. "Surely," he added, staring at Rowland, "either I'm greatly mistaken, or it is—" "You are not mistaken, Baptist," returned Rowland with a gesture of silence; "it is your old friend. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. I’ve to collect my sword and hat, and then we must get back to London. After this occurence, not a word was exchanged between them until they came in sight of the sloop, which was lying at anchor off Wapping. 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. THIS, this glissade, would be damned scoundrelism. A vein of conviction mingled with his burlesque. When she awoke she felt as if she were adrift on a soft cloud through a golden sky.
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