Uttering a few inarticulate ejaculations,—for he was completely out of breath,— the fugitive placed a bundle in the arms of the carpenter, and, regardless of the consternation he excited in the breast of that personage, who was almost stupified with astonishment, he began to divest himself of a heavy horseman's cloak, which he threw over Wood's shoulder, and, drawing his sword, seemed to listen intently for the approach of his pursuers. He did not like it, he said, with a significant look, to be reminded of either his books or his dinners after he had done with them. I want to fill it with fine and precious things. “Do you think it is fair of you to persecute me just now?” “It is not persecution, Anna,” he answered gently. "Perhaps. . I don’t believe any one could have traced us here. I expect Mr. ” “No doubt. ” “It is an accident,” he answered. If the Wastrel had not turned the instant he did, the ball would have missed him; as it was he turned directly into its path. "Do not—do not!" "He must!" thundered Jonathan, "or he goes to jail. I’ll mention it.
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