‘Point
it at me. "Sir Rowland," he added, savagely, and with somewhat of the look of a
bull-dog before he flies at his foe, "if it were my pleasure to do so, I could crush
you with a breath. The doctor would naturally
offer a hundred objections; he might seriously interfere; so he must be
forestalled. There was only one idea in his head now—to batter and bruise and crush
this weakling, then cast him at the feet of his love-lorn wife. Eric
Vorsack still toiled at work. Crack went the whip, and away floundered the
heavy vehicle through the deep ruts of the ill-kept road, or rather lane, (for it was
little better,) which, then, led across Southampton Fields. ” He stood still,
looking at her. Wood. He
had the appearance of a man who has known no rest for many nights. No, this was
imbecile. It was an awful
moment—so awful, that every other feeling except deep interest in the scene
seemed suspended.
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