Her amusement fled and she stared at him, as a slow thump began beating at her breast. One might suppose him turning up; he knew a lot of clever people, and some of them might belong to the class. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. " "Fool!" cried Wild, taking up the body, "what are you afraid of? After all," he added, pausing, "he may be of more use to me alive than dead. Having disposed of his steed and swallowed a glass of brandy, without taking any other refreshment, he threw himself on a couch, where he sank at once into a heavy slumber.
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