"Let me go," cried Winifred. He hugged her when he
saw her in the hallway. “Go on!”
“You know—in Paris they coupled my name with some one’s—an
Englishman’s. Her lover, Darrell, has embarked upon the Thames, where, if
he's not capsized by the squall, (for it's blowing like the devil,) he stands a good
chance of getting his throat cut by his pursuers—ha! ha! I tracked 'em to the
banks of the river, and should have followed to see it out, if the watermen hadn't
refused to take me. “We are both of us trenching upon forbidden ground,” she said. ”
“You don’t. ” She commanded. But in his presence a wall of
diffidence and timidity encompassed her. From
the sounds of it, he was better off dead. "Do you think I would take a
harlot to my bed, if it didn't suit my purposes to do so?"
"He says right," replied Mrs. .
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