" "Gem'men o' the votch!" cried Sharples, as loudly as a wheezy cough would permit him, "my noble pris'ner—ough! ough;—the Markis o' Slaughterford ——" Further speech was cut short by a volley of execrations from the angry guardians of the night. She was particularly charmed by his theory of friendship. Looking at this girl, a sense of failure swept over him. This amazing world she had set forth to discover! Yesterday at this time she had had no thought in her head about Canton. Rumor in the Palazzo had it that her new doctor was a powerful archbishop from the south who conducted most of his dealings in secret. Messengers were despatched to all the constables and head-boroughs to be in attendance,—to the sheriffs to have an extraordinary number of their officers in attendance,—and to the Savoy, to obtain the escort of a troop of grenadierguards. ’ A thought caught in her mind and she turned quickly to her old nurse. He reminds me of a slave I once had in Rome with those sullen dark eyes and that wistful pout.
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