"Confusion! the rascal must have picked my pocket of your letters," whispered
Kneebone, "What's to be done?"
"What's to be done! Why, I'm undone! How imprudent in you not to burn them. ‘Believe it or not, I do it for pleasure. He ventured to the great
gates, and by inserting his gimblets into the wood at intervals, so as to form
points upon which he could rest his foot, he contrived, to ascend them; and when
at the top, having fastened a portion of his dress to the spikes, he managed, not
without considerable risk, to draw up his female companion. ‘Madwoman,’ he screamed back, as he climbed over the next pew, eyes
darting down briefly to check for his sword. I should like to have had
you forgive me. "'Tis a cruel thing you've done, lad. "His life—or
yours?"
"No one shall harm you more, my dear," cried Lady Trafford. "Think not to deceive me, monster.
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