Just as he had told Gerald would be the case, there was nothing of interest to hear, especially as he had met the girl in London only last night. ‘But a spy I am not. She drove me. " As he spoke, the door of the round-house was opened, and a stout man, with a lantern in his hand, presented himself at the threshold. While this was effected, intelligence was brought that a formidable mob was pouring down Field Lane, the end of which was barricaded. ‘And I suppose I shall be obliged to endure another nonsensical tale about your husband. He sat in much the same attitude, and she stood just as she had stood when he told her she could not go to the Fadden Dance.
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