At last, he got into a lane, but had not proceeded far when he was again alarmed by the sound of a horse's tread. “That,” she answered, “is far easier to believe. "Give me till to-morrow," implored she, "and if I can bring myself to part with him, you shall have him without another word. The Night-Cellar XVIII. Ramage pursed his rather loose lips and shrugged his shoulders, with his eyes fixed steadily upon her. ” “Nor I. Wood's dwelling,—a plain, substantial, commodious farm-house.
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