“I’m sorry! Mary! Are you hurt?”
“No. ‘As to that, I am at this moment altogether displeased with Gérard, you
understand,’ Melusine temporised. The easel and palette having been packed up, and the canvass carefully removed
by Austin, the party took leave of the prisoner, who was so much abstracted that
he scarcely noticed their departure. Mr. His mother's scream seemed again to ring in his ears, and
he was so deeply affected that, fearful of exciting attention, he was about to quit
the sacred edifice, when he was stopped by the entrance of Thames, who looked
pale as death, with Winifred leaning on his arm. His gaze remained steady on the old
dame’s face, as he thought about it. "Bolt the wicket!" shouted Ireton, who, with the others, had been not a little
entertained by the gallant turnkey's discomfiture.
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