"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. Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. They have retired. Then her white teeth gleamed, and her excuse for remaining any longer before that little marble table was gone. . "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. It'll be your own fault if you don't soon get another and a proper young man into the bargain.
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