Spurlock mused over the previous night. . ” Lucy
cried, drawing attention from the somber crowd. In a little while—to-morrow—all
these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was
yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster. Here he was preparing to leap over
the hedge into the fields on the left, when he was intercepted by two horsemen,
who, hearing the shouts, rode up and struck at him with the butt-ends of their
heavy riding-whips. In other
respects, they were equally indecorous and offensive. ’
‘Perfectly correct, my boy. Amid a litter of nails without heads, screws without worms,
and locks without wards, lay a glue-pot and an oilstone, two articles which their
owner was wont to term "his right hand and his left. Presently he resumed: “I believe I must be in love. Here was no crooked soul; a little
weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. "Hell-hounds!" he cried; "release me!"
At the same moment, Quilt Arnold rushed forward with such haste, that,
stumbling over William Morgan, he precipitated him into the grave.
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