"Where is he?" asked she, in an agitated whisper. Cursing under his breath,
Gerald moved swiftly across and dragged her away. Afterwards she hunted up the
article in question, and it seemed to her quite delightfully written and argued. . She put a hand to the lad’s cold cheek and choked on a sob. ‘Stay, Saling!’
The butler halted, looking round enquiringly. Uttering a few inarticulate ejaculations,—for he was completely out of breath,—
the fugitive placed a bundle in the arms of the carpenter, and, regardless of the
consternation he excited in the breast of that personage, who was almost
stupified with astonishment, he began to divest himself of a heavy horseman's
cloak, which he threw over Wood's shoulder, and, drawing his sword, seemed to
listen intently for the approach of his pursuers. “There is no—Good God!” he exclaimed. “There ought to be some means of getting at him,” he said. She held out both her
hands. “Act three.
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