He wiped the sweat from his chin and forehead. She battled with a deadly faintness, and she tottered rather than walked back to her seat. “He can’t be more than thirty. Presently she became aware of footsteps hurrying after her, and glanced back to find Miss Klegg, a little out of breath, in pursuit. Opposite, his pupil stood with bowed head and clasped hands. I’m sick of this town and I can’t wait to get out. "By Heaven!" cried Darrell, "it is the poor fellow whom I placed in such jeopardy a short time ago. "Where is he?" he cried. "Where are the packets committed to your charge by Sir Rowland Trenchard?" "The packets!" exclaimed Kneebone, in alarm.
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