‘I
escape from a fate entirely misérable, you understand. The one
profession, the one decent profession, I mean, for a woman—except the stage—
is teaching, and there we trample on one another. You have spoken her name, I think, Marthe. She listened, her suspicions confirmed. I shan't let you off a farthing. It was dry,
as if she had powdered it. "
"Gem'men o' the votch!" cried Sharples, as loudly as a wheezy cough would
permit him, "my noble pris'ner—ough! ough;—the Markis o' Slaughterford
——"
Further speech was cut short by a volley of execrations from the angry guardians
of the night. ‘I don’t want him having an apoplexy in this house. '"
As the signal was given, the Jew, who had been some time in expectation of it,
darted swiftly and silently behind Sir Rowland, and flung a cloth over his head,
while Jonathan, rushing upon him in front, struck him several quick and violent
blows in the face with the bludgeon.
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