Uttering a few inarticulate ejaculations,—for he was completely out of breath,— the fugitive placed a bundle in the arms of the carpenter, and, regardless of the consternation he excited in the breast of that personage, who was almost stupified with astonishment, he began to divest himself of a heavy horseman's cloak, which he threw over Wood's shoulder, and, drawing his sword, seemed to listen intently for the approach of his pursuers. But here was a girl—she must be a girl, since she was his daughter and pat-able—imitating the woman quite remarkably and cleverly. The carte de jour was before Monsieur. . He had never wanted daughters. ‘But it is entirely natural that I choose my own country. Perhaps she was. It would not burden him with any obligation. "Come up by the packet?" "No; came up with The Tigress. "I tell you what, Mr. ” “Suppose he comes and talks to me?” “A girl can always keep a man at a distance if she cares to do it. What sort of proof? There are no papers at Remenham House. I'll put you aboard The Tigress to-morrow after sundown.
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