Above all, beware of Sir
Rowland Trenchard. E. Fool that I was to marry for beauty! I ought to have remembered
that a fair woman and a slashed gown always find some nail in the way. "
"Not utterly," rejoined the other. Mr. This was David Courtlaw, whose
ways, too, had never been very different from the ways of other men as regards
her sex. At the corner of Liquorpond Street stood the old Hampstead coach-office; and,
on the night in question, a knot of hostlers, waggoners, drivers, and stable-boys
was collected in the yard. A world of haystacks, bean-stacks, and strawricks flanked the granges adjoining his habitation; the yard was crowded with
poultry, pigeons were feeding at his feet, cattle were being driven towards the
stall, horses led to the stable, a large mastiff was rattling his chain, and stalking
majestically in front of his kennel, while a number of farming-men were passing
and repassing about their various occupations. Instead, he
could not get beyond these minor details—why she wore the dress, whence she
had come, and whither she was bound. ‘Is it worth it?’ he asked at last.
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