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Go on. ”
“Why not?” She turned on him. ‘Danged if I ever hear the like! A
Frenchie is what you are, and there ain’t no granddaughter Charvill no more. But what a monster was this Emile. He then descended; and having induced Bess to
take off some part of her clothing, he tore the gown and petticoat into shreds and
twisted them into a sort of rope which he fastened to the lower bars of the
window. That poor child, trying to
escape, and not knowing how. "Whatever you like, Hoddy," she agreed, wiping the sweat from her forehead. "Promise me that. Bulging out more in the
middle than at the two extremities, it resembled an enormous cask set on its end,
—a sort of Heidelberg tun on a large scale,—and this resemblance was increased
by the small circular aperture—it hardly deserved to be called a door—pierced,
like the bung-hole of a barrell, through the side of the structure, at some distance
from the ground, and approached by a flight of wooden steps. No fear o' that. He bullied frankly. "I have," replied Wild; "and nothing but the evidence of my senses would have
made me believe he was living, after the positive assurance I received to the
contrary. "I'd
rather have given a thousand pounds than this had happened. The recollection was too painful, and he burst into an agony of
tears.
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