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‘Oh, you may come to me on any mission you like,’ uttered Mrs Sindlesham
roguishly. The news that his granddaughter desired an audience
Lord Charvill had greeted with merely a grunt, which turned into a roar as his
gorge rose when he heard that she was accompanied by her husband. While he was thus standing, the flames of his house, which made the whole
street as light as day, and ruddily illumined the faces of the mob below, betrayed
him to them, and he was speedily driven from his position by a shower of stones
and other missiles. No sooner did the vehicle turn the corner of this yard, than Quilt became aware,
from the tumultuous sounds that reached his ears, as well as from the flashing of
various lanterns at the door of the round-house, that some disturbance was going
on; and, apprehensive of a rescue, if he drew up in the midst of the mob, he
thought it prudent to come to a halt. He was by no means certain that she
would not in fact attempt to blow off his head as she had threatened. “I wish you and I had drunk that love potion,” he said. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to
Ruth, my dreams. "Bravo!" cried the thief-taker approvingly. '"
"Let me see," cried Jack, snatching the paper, and eagerly perusing the
advertisement. A minute pressure inwards showed him that it was not locked.
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