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“In private. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves
from the elms and horse-chestnuts. Spurling, hastening to the rescue. Did he see him, this Monsieur
Charvill?’
‘I don’t rightly know, miss,’ confessed Kimble. Moments later, the movie began its gory climax, bass
vibrating the seats with great bombast. "Can't!" repeated his mother. ‘Espèce de bête,’ she snarled. We're two good-looking fellows, ain't
we?"
"Very good-looking," replied Rachel. With this view, he hurried to the spot where he had left the post-chaise, and
found it drawn up at the road-side, the postilion dismounted, and in charge of a
couple of farming-men. “Do you mean, aunt,” she asked, “that my father thought I had gone off—with
some man?”
“What else COULD he think? Would any one DREAM you would be so mad
as to go off alone?”
“After—after what had happened the night before?”
“Oh, why raise up old scores? If you could see him this morning, his poor face
as white as a sheet and all cut about with shaving! He was for coming up by the
very first train and looking for you, but I said to him, ‘Wait for the letters,’ and
there, sure enough, was yours. E. . Also he is ugly. "Will you take a guinea for it?"
"Double that sum might tempt me," replied the Jew; "it's a nobleman's coat, upon
my shoul!"
"Here's the money," replied Jack, taking the coat.
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