" "Hold your tongue, sirrah," rejoined Shotbolt, not over-pleased by the remark, "and mind what I tell you. "I am happy—quite happy now. "Nothing—nothing," she answered, bursting into tears. ‘You keep a-hold of him,’ Trodger ordered his men. ’ ‘Prudence,’ repeated Gerald unguardedly. Whatever those rights may be, whoever I am, my heart is yours. With this view, he hurried to the spot where he had left the post-chaise, and found it drawn up at the road-side, the postilion dismounted, and in charge of a couple of farming-men.
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