’ ‘For shame, Hilary,’ admonished his fiancée, casting a pitying glance at the refugees. The poor boy, whose hands were pinioned behind him, looked very pale, but neither trembled, nor exhibited any other symptom of alarm. Before he could draw in the rein, his steed—startled apparently by some object undistinguishable by the rider,—swerved with such suddenness as to unseat him, and precipitate him on the ground. “I think,” he said, “that I am right.
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