. He jumped back, wrenching the sword away. Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. The thousand voices which a few moments before had been so clamorous were now hushed. "But I'm a blackguard, too, Ruth. Take a room!” “I say!” said Constance. “Not to-night,” she said. "And now," he continued, sternly, "was it your master who has just ridden by?" "No," answered Quilt, sullenly. "Try!" Enraged at the assurance of his mistress, the woollen-draper endeavoured to carry his threat into execution, but all his efforts to remove her were unavailing.
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