She had lost her nerve, and there was no more freedom in London for her that night. ‘Yes, th-there it is,’ she uttered, stumbling a little over the words. "What the devil makes you out so late? And what has happened to you, man, eh?—you seem in a queer plight. He did not speak for a moment. A door led to the inner room; and it was evident from the peals of merriment, and other noises, that, ever and anon, resounded from within, that this chamber was occupied by the Marquis and his friends. Or had you not noticed?’ He sneered. The rear of the party was brought up by a large, powerfully-built man, with a bluff, honest, but rugged countenance, slashed with many a cut and scar, and stamped with that surly, sturdy, bull-dog-like look, which an Englishman always delights to contemplate, because he conceives it to be characteristic of his countrymen. He was a good foster dad that had never so much as leered at her, not even once. “I will not ask you to explain further.
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