What a mercy that the blow aimed at her by the ruffian, Wild, though it brought her to the brink of the grave, should have restored her to reason! Ah! she stirs. When Mr. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. The hansom sped through the crowded streets. . “I doubted my luck, at least.
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