He drove it into her missionary style, and though he was worried about hurting her, he could not stop himself from thrusting into her deeply. ” He recognized the force, almost the passion, which trembled in her tone, and he at once abandoned the subject. "You will never leave me," sobbed the poor woman, straining him to her breast. " "By no means," rejoined Wood, hastily. “I haven’t a scrap—of this sort of aversion. She wanted to think. ” “You’re leaving, aren’t you?” He accused. Keeping to the shadow of the house, he crept forward until he could see better without, he hoped, being seen. Fancying they were alone, Sir Rowland threw aside his cloak, and produced a heavy bag of money, which he flung upon the table; and, when Wild had feasted his greedy eyes sufficiently upon its golden contents, he handed him a pocketbook filled with notes. “Don’t they look like a pair of young lovers sleeping off a tryst?” He observed. He kept his keen eyes steadily fixed on Thames, as if awaiting to be addressed.
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