. ” He cried
traitorously. You are not with the Kent militia, are you?’
‘West Kent, yes. You might trust me
with the Chevalier himself,—I'd never betray him. He wriggled underneath her heaving body, pinned like
an insect. I'll go with you. "
"Well, I never was more surprised in my life," said the poet,—"never!"
"He's just the man I expected to see," observed Hogarth, who, having arranged
everything to Thornhill's satisfaction, had turned to look at the prisoner, and was
now with his chin upon his wrist, and his elbow supported by the other hand,
bending his keen gray eyes upon him, "just the man! Look at that light, lithe
figure,—all muscle and activity, with not an ounce of superfluous flesh upon it. Drive away the cat; throw
that measure of gin through the window; and tell me why you've not so much as
touched the packing-case for Lady Trafford, which I particularly desired you to
complete against my return.
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