"'Sblood! what's this!" cried Jonathan, in the utmost surprise. Cold drops stood upon Wood's brow, as he encountered this obstacle. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. It was an uproarious affair, for Rollo now knew that he had been grieviously betrayed: they were trying to kill him in a new way. This circumstance produced no further alteration in his demeanour except that he endeavoured to abstract himself from the surrounding scene, and bend his attention to the prayers which the ordinary was reciting. "Bury her in Willesden churchyard, as she requested, on Sunday," said Jack.
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