At no loss to comprehend that Jack was the individual pointed out by these outcries, two of the nearest of the group made a dash at him. "You are the son of Sir Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. No sooner did the vehicle turn the corner of this yard, than Quilt became aware, from the tumultuous sounds that reached his ears, as well as from the flashing of various lanterns at the door of the round-house, that some disturbance was going on; and, apprehensive of a rescue, if he drew up in the midst of the mob, he thought it prudent to come to a halt. ‘Would you care for some refreshment? A glass of wine, perhaps?’ ‘Nothing, merci, I do not remain,’ she answered, although she did not rise.
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