“Allow me. Mike was drinking a cup of
black coffee. By many a highwayman many a draught
Of nutty-brown ale at Saint Giles's was quaft,
Until the old lazar-house chanced to fall down,
And the broad-bottom'd bowl was removed to the Crown. I have
been dreaming of your body and you night after night. He bowed over her hand,
venturing to drop a kiss on it’s leathery surface. Gerald reached out a hand to
stop her. ’
‘Miss?’ gaped the soldier. “What nonsense is this? What raving! My dear child, you DO live, you DO
exist! You have this home. What the devil is
the matter, Dunster?”
“I beg your pardon, sir,” the man answered, “there is a lady here to see you. Taking the direction pointed out, he rode off. We have met
before. Now, he had achieved them, and felt assured of
success.
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