Wood, with a message for Lady Trafford. And yet I know not—for the object of
his visit here to-night was to serve Jack, who, if your statement is correct, which
I cannot however for a moment believe, does not deserve his assistance. . His legs were dreadfully swelled; his
hands bruised; and his fetters occasioned him intolerable pain. But
the cases were not identical. "The shoulder-clappers!" added a lady, who, in her anxiety to join the party, had
unintentionally substituted her husband's nether habiliments for her own
petticoats. Kneebone smiled assent. She went to her own table
and sat down. The letter began:
“MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—”
She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate
gesture flung them into the fire.
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