" "Oh! let me die," groaned the widow. The advanced guard had endeavoured to disperse the mob in Field Lane, but were not prepared to meet with the resistance they encountered. He rested his brow on his hand and conveyed magnificent tragedy by his pose. The decision had been sound. The easel and palette having been packed up, and the canvass carefully removed by Austin, the party took leave of the prisoner, who was so much abstracted that he scarcely noticed their departure. The worst was over now. Spurlock stared at Ruth across the rim of his bowl. There was already a score or more of people there, some standing up and talking together, others seated in chairs ranged along the wall. ” Annabel laughed gaily.
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