Mr. " Spurlock wondered if something hadn't suddenly gone awry in his head. ‘Idiot!’ ‘Enough, now! Softly, you little termagant,’ he ordered, seizing her wrists to hold her off. " With this, they dismounted; and fastening their horses to a tree, proceeded towards the house. " "Trying to. His face was wreathed in smiles, his beringed hand was cordially outstretched. She fought him at first, screaming at him, but he did not relent. Shotbolt, who had in some degree recovered from the effects of his previous mortification, was thrown into an ecstacy of delight, and could not sufficiently exult over the prisoner.
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