"'Sdeath! do you trifle with me, sirrah?" cried Rowland fiercely. At last, he got into a lane, but had not proceeded far when he was again alarmed by the sound of a horse's tread. ” Drummond looked up with mock eagerness. An uncomfortable silence followed. As matters now stand, I'm only a thief, not a blackguard. At one moment, it seemed as if the flying bark was about to put to shore.
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