’ ‘Lord,’ Gerald murmured, awed more by the outspokenness of his hostess than by what she had said. It was scarcely likely that she would have accepted his aid. He renewed his supplications to Sharples, but with no better success than heretofore; and the greater part of the night was passed by him and the poor widow, whose anxiety, if possible, exceeded his own, in the most miserable state imaginable. "Ay, ay, I'll go, fast enough!" returned Jonathan, putting his hands into his pockets, "but not alone, Sir Rowland. “A ballot-box, you know,” he said, “is very largely just a box. She had never said anything so horrible to anyone in her life. ’ Much to Melusine’s chagrin, Gerald folded his arms and leaned back, as if wholly at his ease.
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