Neither combatant could use his sword; and in strength the fugitive was evidently superior to his antagonist. But shortly this movement ceased. His friendship seemed a thing worth having. The discussion wandered, and was punctuated with bread and butter. "You hay'n't hurt your arm, I trust, my dear?" he added, anxiously. "O, Lord!" ejaculated Wood. Lucy saw it happen as if in slow motion. I'm speaking of virtuous women—of WIVES, Madam. At length, about an hour before dawn on the second day—Sunday—having spent the early part of the night in watching at the gates of the robbers' sanctuary, and being almost exhausted from want of rest, she set out homewards. “I cannot part with you. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. It is a precaution merely.
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