He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. The train, meantime, had passed Marylebone Lane, when it again paused for a moment, at Jack's request, near the door of a public-house called the City of Oxford. "Mr. "'Sdeath! why am I not obeyed?" exclaimed the knight, angrily. She was taken dreadfully ill on the road, with spasms and short breath, and swoonings,—worse than ever she was before. “I should like to speak to you for a few minutes,” he said to Anna, dropping his voice a little. Ruth out of the picture, he wouldn't have concerned himself so eagerly in regard to Spurlock's departure.
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