Her lover, Darrell, has embarked upon the Thames, where, if
he's not capsized by the squall, (for it's blowing like the devil,) he stands a good
chance of getting his throat cut by his pursuers—ha! ha! I tracked 'em to the
banks of the river, and should have followed to see it out, if the watermen hadn't
refused to take me. He would know her address to-morrow. The kindly
faced landlady had failed to catch his name, and said he was a tall, handsome
gentleman with a great black mustache. She had come to the
end of her resources. Before the first
month was gone, McClintock admitted that the boy was a find. "Devilish nice ham you've got here!—capital pie!—and, as I live, a flask of
excellent canary. Besides this, each had a large black patch over his right eye,
and a very queer twist at the left side of his mouth, so that if their object had
been disguise, they could not have adopted better precautions. “Yes, aren’t they?” said Ann Veronica, after a thoughtful pause. ‘Don’t tell
me you’ve found her!’
‘Ah, Gérard,’ uttered the girl in a gratified tone as Major Alderley walked
through into the light.
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