In another minute, the tramp of horses' feet told that the perpetrators of the outrage had effected their escape. "Mr. ” “What is there to be feared?” he asked her quietly. Strongly impregnated with the mingled odours of tobacco, ale, brandy, and other liquors, the atmosphere was almost stifling. “There is no—Good God!” he exclaimed. "Vot are you?" "Practising patience," growled Abraham.
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