They don’t now. He turned round to keep Anna out by force if possible, but he was too late. Cathy sighed. But that was soon put right, and she walked out into London with a peculiar exaltation of mind, an exaltation that partook of panic and defiance, but was chiefly a sense of vast unexampled release. “No, I’m fine. ’ ‘Don’t count on it. Besides, didn't I tell you that I giv' him as good as he brought—and better! I jist touched him with my 'Evenin' Star,' as I call this shillelah," said the watchman, flourishing an immense bludgeon, the knob of which appeared to be loaded with lead, "and, by Saint Patrick! down he cum'd like a bullock. This left Spurlock alone. " He laughed and pushed back his chair. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. One of them was a stout square-built man, with a singularly swarthy complexion, and harsh forbidding features. CHAPTER XVIII.
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