"
"I'm sorry I can't indulge you," replied her master, a little piqued. E. Nuns, I mean. “These clothes are French, and I’m sure this
floppy bow would make a Frenchman of me anyhow. It was precisely two o'clock on the morning of Whit-monday, the 25th of May
1724, when the remarkable escape before detailed was completed: and, though it
wanted full two hours to daybreak, the glimmer of a waning moon prevented it
from being totally dark. Their flitting hands were always touching. As usual the substantive sister—Prudence—did all the talking for the pair;
Angelina, the shadow, offered only her submitting nods. Spurlock to
keep to the bungalow until the rogue goes back to Copeley's. ’
He took a pace forward, seizing the gun with one hand, while the other locked
her arm so that he could forcibly wrest the weapon from her. Occasionally the mere fact of lying in
bed became unendurable, and she rolled out and marched about her room and
whispered abuse of herself—usually until she hit against some article of
furniture. "Put it under my pillow," he said. She was only trying to distract you so that she might escape.
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