“Don’t be a hypocrite. But I liked to say it. It was a habit she had taken from Remenham House, but could not wear because of the colour which must draw attention. Making her couch upon a heap of hay, she sank at once into a deep and refreshing slumber. His hand shook so violently that he dropped the handkerchief; and he let it lie on the floor because he dared not stoop. Sheppard. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. She was an indignant queen, no doubt she was alarmed and disgusted within limits; but she was highly excited, and there was something, some low adventurous strain in her being, some element, subtle at least if base, going about the rioting ways and crowded insurgent meeting-places of her mind declaring that the whole affair was after all—they are the only words that express it—a very great lark indeed. Rattles were sprung; lanterns lighted, and hoisted at the end of poles; windows thrown open; doors unbarred; and, as if by magic, the street was instantaneously filled with a crowd of persons of both sexes, armed with such weapons as came most readily to hand, and dressed in such garments as could be most easily slipped on. ” She taunted.
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