” “And the people?” Brendon asked. At a sign from Ah Cum, official custodian of the sightseers, the polechair coolies pressed toward the left and halted. She did not try to approach him. The morning of Monday the 16th of November 1724 at length dawned. The postilion obeyed, and dashed off as hard as his horses could gallop along the beautiful road leading to Neasdon and Willesden, just as the serving-men made their appearance. Forgetting her occupation in her anger, she left off bathing Darrell's wrist; and, squeezing his arm so tightly that the boy winced with pain, she clapped her right hand upon her hip, and turned, with flashing eyes and an inflamed countenance, towards her crest-fallen spouse. As Jack departed, a dark figure, emerging from behind a wall, rushed after him.
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