"Hell-hounds!" he cried; "release me!" At the same moment, Quilt Arnold rushed forward with such haste, that, stumbling over William Morgan, he precipitated him into the grave. It did not cheer or fortify him with false courage and recklessness; it simply enveloped him in a mist of unreality. They tracked the fugitive to the Mint; but, like hounds at fault, they here lost all scent of their prey. Now I have done something for which you might be pardoned if you did kill me. Groans and hoots were now raised by the crowd, and there was an evident disposition to rescue. “It is hateful—diabolical!” he exclaimed. Though scarcely two hours past midnight, it was perfectly light. Where even to be a Catholic, they say, is to be looked upon with scorn and disgust. "How shall I get to you?" "My yacht is in the river.
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