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The door opened. ” Ennison escaped. "Who's that queer cove in the full-bottomed wig?" "Attend to me, sirrah," rejoined Wild, sternly. The hangman is always an object of peculiar detestation to the mob, a tremendous hooting hailed his appearance, and both staves and swords were required to preserve order. He fancied that the whole fabric of the bridge was cracking over head,—that the arch was tumbling upon him,—that the torrent was swelling around him, whirling him off, and about to bury him in the deafening abyss. And here he was, but a hundred yards away, this wastrel who trailed his genius through the mud. This I know, for the Valades have taught me so, and the nuns also. Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her heart. Whenever you grow impatient with her, remember the folly of her father. Ain't he, Madam?'" "He is, indeed," replied the widow, fervently; "more—much more than that. Where was this kindly world she had drawn so rosily in fancy? Disillusion everywhere.
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