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Wood dandled his little charge to and fro, after the most approved nursery fashion, essaying at the same time the soothing influence of an infantine melody proper to the occasion; but, failing in his design, he soon lost all patience, and being, as we have before hinted, rather irritable, though extremely well-meaning, he lifted the unhappy bantling in the air, and shook him with so much good will, that he had well-nigh silenced him most effectually. Turning off again on the left, down Seacoal Lane, they arrived at the mouth of a dark, narrow alley, into which they plunged; and, at the farther extremity found a small yard, overlooked by the blank walls of a large gloomy habitation. Yet he’s been here for six years, and he’s as much a fixture as that sham mahogany sideboard. “I don’t see quite what your game is, Vee, but I suppose you’ve got a game on somewhere. In order to guard against accidents or surprises, watchmen, or scouts, (as they were styled,) were stationed at the three main outlets of the sanctuary ready to give the signal in the manner just described: bars were erected, which, in case of emergency; could be immediately stretched across the streets: doors were attached to the alleys; and were never opened without due precautions; gates were affixed to the courts, wickets to the gates, and bolts to the wickets. “Who are you?” She asked innocently. He’s the sort of johnny who wouldn’t care about having a sister-in-law on the loose. This time he couldn't get far. She perceived that his countenance was only composed by a great effort, his features severely compressed. He saw the flames burst from the windows, and perhaps in that maddening spectacle suffered torture equivalent to some of the crimes he had committed. The features were indistinct, but was that not a halo of white about it? And the dark shadow below, was that a cloak, or the habit of a nun? Skirting the dancing, from which he had taken a breather—not from lack of energy, but to escape the inanities of the young ladies he had partnered—Gerald made his way to a side door in the saloon and opened it. Immediately she had spoken of the loose button he knew that henceforth he must show no concern over the disposition of that coat. " "I will try to do so," replied the widow, forcing a smile. "What weight are these irons?" asked Jonathan, coolly addressing one of the partners.
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