It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. He wriggled underneath her heaving body, pinned like an insect. "I am happy—quite happy now. " "Decidedly so," replied Edgeworth Bess; "and I'll take this opportunity, while Jack's back is turned,—for he's grown so strangely particular,—of easing him of his snuff-box. Such was the terror inspired by Wild's vindictive character, that few durst face him who had given him cause for displeasure. But I had to know for sure. "Good-b'ye, Jack," said Figg, putting on his hat.
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