’ ‘No, you are a gentleman,’ she agreed. Yet her hands dropped, and she sighed deeply. “Yes. Impelled by a feeling, into which we shall not pause to inquire, the stranger started after them; but they were better mounted, and soon distanced him. I am quite indiscriminate, I assure you. The Master listened, with becoming attention, to the narrative, and, at its conclusion, shook his head gravely, applied his thumb to the side of his nose, and, twirling his fingers significantly, winked at his phlegmatic companion. "Mercy on us!" cried he, as a thrill of apprehension ran through his frame. There is something that inspires a feeling of inexpressible melancholy in sailing on a dark night upon the Thames.
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