"
CHAPTER VI. One glance swept across the place
and it was immediately apparent that Pottiswick had not, this time, been
mistaken. —Sorry to quit your lord—worships, I mean,—I don't know
what I mean," she added, a little confused, and dropping a profound curtsey to
the disguised noblemen, each of whom replied by a bow, worthy, in her opinion,
of a prince of the blood at the least,—"but I've a few necessary orders to give
below. He was in a curious state of
desperation. And shall their wretched offspring live to blight my hopes, and blast my fame?
Never!" And, with these words, he grasped Wood by the throat, and, despite his
resistance, dragged him to the very verge of the platform. He can't be far off. They tracked the fugitive to the
Mint; but, like hounds at fault, they here lost all scent of their prey. “I think you are getting to
understand me better. What do you mean by calling me wretch,
Madam!" she added marching up to Mrs. Not once during the
ceremony did the two look at each other, but riveted their gaze upon the lips of
the man who was forging the bands: gazed intensively, as if they feared the
world might vanish before the last word of the ceremony was spoken.
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