On the right, stood a bulky figure, with a broken rattle hanging out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his battered countenance to prove to the spectators that both his orbs of vision were darkened: on the left, a meagre constable had divested himself of his shirt, to bind up with greater convenience a gaping cut in the arm. A film of dust lay upon it; the ink marks were ancient. ‘Melusine, if you don’t let go my hand—’ He broke off as she dragged a pocket handkerchief from her sleeve. . "It's all over," groaned Wood, "and perhaps it's as well her senses are gone. Lead the lad to suppose that he'll be introduced to Lady Trafford. " "Why, that must be about the time of the Great Storm," rejoined Jackson.
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