”
“I can spare it,” Anna answered suavely. "Mercy on us!" cried he, as a thrill of apprehension ran through his frame. Did she suppose him a possible pretender to her daughter’s
hand? The girl—Dorothée, if memory served—was clearly marriageable, but he
imagined most of these unhappy exiles were all but penniless. He fancied that the turnkeys had discovered his flight and were in pursuit
of him,—that they had climbed up the chimney,—entered the Red Room,—
tracked him from door to door, and were now only detained by the gate which he
had left unbroken in the chapel. "I'm sorry for old Newgate that another jail should have it. And now she had sent Jack away. She was
nearly dead. There haven't been so many ladies in
the Lodge since the days of Claude Du Val, the gentleman highwayman; and
they all declare it'll break their hearts if he's scragged. I had
nosebleeds that day and I got halfway up the rope before
I fell off. ’
‘Aye, miss,’ Kimble agreed, taking the garments, ‘but where will I find you?’
‘I do not know. She would have to leave
very soon. He hadn't gambled or played the horses or hit the
booze back there in little old New York…. Manning came into her thoughts
again, an unexpected, tall, dark, self-contained presence at the Fadden. I'd a good
many things to say to you, besides—but you've put them all out of my head.
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