He stood with his hands in
his pockets looking at Miss Klegg’s back. "
"Fool!" cried Wild, taking up the body, "what are you afraid of? After all," he
added, pausing, "he may be of more use to me alive than dead. "The devil you have!" thundered a voice from behind, that filled the apprentice
with dismay. Still, his robust frame enabled him to hold out. ‘And what the devil do you mean by demanding that I wait on you here? D’you
think I haven’t enough to do handling that caper-witted female’s affairs, without
dancing attendance on you?’
‘Don’t be cross,’ begged Lucilla, much to Melusine’s disgust. "
"He'll be hanged nevertheless," replied the Hollander, giving his collar an ugly
jerk. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. "Release me instantly, or I will call my father. I shall quit this
roof to-morrow. My name is Annabel, not Anna. "To-night you shall be my
wedded wife. "By my shoul!" he exclaimed, smacking his lips, "dat ish goot—very goot.
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