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Oh, I would sooner a thousand times that Flory had taken a fancy to you." Lumley Ferrers bowed his head but said nothing. He fell into a reverie, and Lord Saxingham took up his official red box, became deep in its contents, and forgot all about the marriage of his daughter. Lumley pulled the check-string as the carriage entered Pall Mall, and desired to be set down at "The Travellers."

His guests followed. They found Brandon leaning against the farther corner of the carriage, a corpse. One hand held the check-string, as if he had endeavoured involuntarily but ineffectually to pull it.

A word from Leslie to the driver, and away went the carriage down Twenty-eighth Street toward Lexington Avenue. On the avenue there was a carriage ahead, driving at good speed but not at such a headlong rate as their own had been pursuing. Leslie pulled the check-string. "Pass that carriage!" he said to the driver, and the horses sprung out at full speed again.

Another carriage was passed at the same speed, their horses by this time dripping as if they had been plunged into the river, but the driver of hack No. 2980 going ahead under the influence of a private five dollars and the promise of an extraordinary glass of brandy. At Twenty-eighth Street they jerked the check-string and the driver pulled up.

James's Street he pulled the check-string and jumped out. He had caught a glimpse of a girl's face looking into a shop window. He hastily crossed the pavement and accosted her, hat in hand. "Miss Scott, will you permit me the opportunity of saying a few words to you?" Mary turned round, speechless for more than a minute or two. "I will not detain you for more than a minute or two.

Monsieur D'Arblet waited a few minutes, watching her; then, as she did not raise her head from the cushions of the carriage, where she had buried it, the Frenchman pulled the check-string of the carriage. "Now," he said, "I will wish you good-night, for we are close to your house. We have had our little talk, have we not?" The brougham, stopped, and the footman opened the door.

He started and changed colour: the lady herself now seemed suddenly to recognise him; for their eyes met, and she bent forward eagerly. She pulled the check-string the carriage halted she beckoned to the mechanic's wife, who went up to the roadside. "I worked once for that lady," said the man with a tone of feeling; "and when my wife fell ill last winter she paid the doctors.

And what deeps what deeps roll between her and me!" She said this as of some one absent, and again sank into silence; but continued still to gaze on Violante, whose eyes, veiled by their long fringes, drooped beneath the gaze. Suddenly Beatrice started, exclaiming, "No, it shall not be!" and placed her hand on the check-string.

Before he could blurt out the oath that was at his lips, he saw that they were two strangers evil-looking fellows, each with a pistol in his hand, and dressed like Bow Street officers. The Judge clutched at the check-string. The coach pulled up. He stared about him.

And what deeps what deeps roll between her and me!" She said this as of some one absent, and again sank into silence; but continued still to gaze on Violante, whose eyes, veiled by their long fringes, drooped beneath the gaze. Suddenly Beatrice started, exclaiming, "No, it shall not be!" and placed her hand on the check-string.