" CHAPTER XIX. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. You see, the horse it does not belong to me, nor to the nuns. "Don't leave him, if you're at all fearful, my dear," replied Wood, receiving the little burthen with a laugh. . She was fine and tender. With one or two exceptions, there were no pews; and, as the intercourse with London was then but slight, the seats were occupied almost exclusively by the villagers. But her heart kept on sinking. “What’s the objection?” “I suppose she ought to know?” said Gwen to her mother, trying to alter the key of the conversation. The infant was rescued from a watery-grave by an honest mechanic, who has since brought him up as his own son.
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