Maggot was equipped in a light blue riding-habit, trimmed with silver, a hunting-cap and a flaxen peruke, and, instead of a whip, carried a stout cudgel. She had never been so disposed to agree that the position of women in the modern world is intolerable. The poison from the teeth radiated from her shoulder and paralyzed her limbs. Then for a time she forgot the Fadden affair altogether. "I'm at your mercy, Poll," rejoined Kneebone, abjectly. I speak frankly, because you also know that no possible extremity would induce me to accept help from any living person. The day is already half over.
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