"Only my darbies," returned Jack, clinking his chains. "Speak, or I fire!" "Well, if you will have it, it's Sir Rowland Trenchard. Hogarth, didn't I see you last night at the ridotto with Lady Thornhill and her pretty daughter?" "Me!—no, Sir," stammered Hogarth, colouring. At length, about three o'clock, as the first glimmer of dawn became visible through the barred casements of the round-house, the rattling of bolts and chains at the outer door told that some one was admitted. ‘And so you sneak back,’ she threw at him, ‘like the jackal that you are. We are alone and we can say and do what we please. 1.
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