” He stood up rather close to her and looked into her eyes. All her protests seemed stifled before she could find words to utter them. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. Poor thing! how beautiful she looks! but how like death!" Deathlike, indeed, was the repose of the sleeper,—deathlike and deep. And on Monday and Tuesday she had failed to find him here. "If," interrupted Jackson, changing his tone: "he does live. Sheppard, with startling eagerness. "You frighten the cull out of his senses. "Pursue him," cried Thames to the attendants, "and see that he does not escape. .
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