‘What the devil for?’ ‘Messenger,’ Gerald explained. He meant to take her out of this room, perhaps even out of the house. During this dreadful pause the wretched man felt for his sword. Annabel looked up and down the empty street, and then turned to her sister. The occasion is worth a dash of the grape, lad. The procession had just got into line of march, when a dreadful groan, mixed with yells, hootings, and execrations, was heard. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. " "To be sure you are," replied Jonathan, laughing.
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