" This exclamation had scarcely escaped him, when the discharge of a pistol was heard, and a bullet whizzed past his ears. Suspicion was in his face. He was a Wiltshire Edmondshaw, a very old family. They used the rope—not that a rope was at all necessary, but because Ann Veronica’s exalted state of mind made the fact of the rope agreeably symbolical; and, anyhow, it did insure a joint death in the event of some remotely possibly mischance. "Very well. A few words passed between him and the thief-taker as the latter came up; after which, all the party—with the exception of Quilt, who was left on shore —embarked within the wherry, which was pushed from the strand and rowed swiftly along the stream—for the tide was in its favour—by a couple of watermen. Only your pa knew as how I were the one as saw to you at the wet-nurse’s cottage, and he got a-hold of me and made me bring him to you. I need scarcely ask whether you've executed your appointed task, my dear? You're never behindhand. " His demeanour was polished; his manners singularly affable and gentle; and he was remarkable, for the generosity of his temper. Nor can we.
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