"My name is Darrell," said the fugitive hastily. "What is he gone there for?"
"With a message to the turnkey to look after his prisoner," replied Wild, with a
cunning smile. She decided not to ask
him outright if he wished to make love to her. Mrs. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and
drooping—she had gathered them. “Non. "What poet was that?"
"Stevenson. Montague Hill was taken for the millionaire once or twice, and I suppose it
flattered his vanity. "You have both," replied Wood, fervently. “Yet it is my last evening, and I think
—if you are sure that you would like to have me—that I will risk it. “Heavens!” she exclaimed. Besides, how
am I to ride home without them?"
"Don't distress yourself," returned Jack, "you shall walk.
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