"He will be murdered!—Help!" "My child!—my love!" cried Wood, dragging her forcibly back. He was speedily disarmed; and the rope and gag being found upon him, were exultingly turned against him by his conqueror, who, after pinioning his arms tightly behind his back, forced open his mouth with the iron, and effectually prevented the utterance of any further outcries. ‘She may well try to go back. The other must call a coach as quickly as he can. ’ ‘Tchah! Better a doubtful welcome here than a confounded French convent. "I should think so," responded the lethargic turnkey, with a yawn. ‘On the contrary,’ Gerald argued, frowning. But this was a vicomte’s sister.
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