A small handgun bobbed at the end of it, aimed at Sheila. ’ He held out his hand to help the girl descend. He was at length rescued from his assailants,— rescued to perish, seven months afterwards, with every ignominy, at the very gibbet to which he had brought his victim. The end of the world seemed at hand. She had left for ever the cage, the galling leash: she was free. Go and live somewhere else. “I am bored,” she said abruptly. ‘Forgive this intrusion, ma’am, I beg.
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