They
were both dressed in every respect alike. "Your business, Sir?" returned the other, stiffly. C below. Her heart was beating
with quite unaccustomed vigour, her hands were hot, she was conscious of a
warmth in her blood which the summer sunshine was scarcely responsible for. Gosse had moved forward, his pistol arm out straight, his aim true, the
gun cocked. But he has never been near her—never. "What does he say?" roared the long drover. I don't think. To that,
perhaps, a large part of its satisfyingness was due. 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. "You'll find a waterman asleep under his tilt in one of them ere craft, if you look
about, Sir," replied Ben, backing water as he spoke. ‘Do not be foolish. This is not what I want.
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