A momentary petrifaction, and terror had lent wings to her feet. " "For me!" vociferated Mrs. " "I can at least, protect myself," replied Wild, with, provoking calmness. "I was going to die, Hoddy!" she whispered. Glancing at each other, they rose from their seats and ventured to address the captain. His tongue was more ready, his wit more keen than usual. It would have been very well if she had been some common creature who might have been bought off. A few words passed between him and the thief-taker as the latter came up; after which, all the party—with the exception of Quilt, who was left on shore —embarked within the wherry, which was pushed from the strand and rowed swiftly along the stream—for the tide was in its favour—by a couple of watermen. "Come to me!" cried the poor maniac, who had crawled as far as the chain would permit her,—"come to me!" she cried, extending her thin arm towards him. “You were seen to leave the flat, and your handkerchief was found there. ‘Why do you think I told you about the portrait? I’d not seen it, of course, but I’d seen Miss Mary just before she got married, which is when it was painted. He had absorbed her in a single glance, and was now defining her as he worked.
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