“Who’ll
mind the baby nar?” was one of the night’s inspirations, and very frequent. "
"We waste time with this fellow," interposed Sir Cecil, "and may lose the object
of our quest, who, beyond doubt, has taken refuge in this building. These bloods will pay well for his capture; if not, he'll pay well to
get out of their hands; so I'm safe either way—ha! ha! Blueskin," he added
aloud, and motioning that worthy, "follow me. But I do not love you. Curses
light on the horse!" he added, seizing the bridle of his steed, who continued
snorting and shivering, as if still under the influence of some unaccountable
alarm; "what can ail him?"
"I know what ails him, your honour," rejoined the groom, riding up as he spoke;
"he's seen somethin' not o' this world. ‘When you say it like this, certainly it appears absurd. His business
has thriven; legacies have unexpectedly dropped into his lap; and, to crown all,
he has made a large fortune by a lucky speculation in South-Sea stock,—made it,
too, where so many others have lost fortunes, your humble servant amongst the
number—ha! ha! In a word, Sir, Mr. Annabel, I was lying. She is a woman chosen
in youth for her beauty and her intelligence. I might forgive him that, for he obviously taught her a good deal that
she has found useful. "My coat!" he repeated, his glance burning into hers. "Once there," proceeded Wild, without noticing the interruption, "he's as good as
in his grave. Manning? I suppose there’s a sort of place like a ticket-office. "Nobody shall," cried Mr.
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