Before he could draw in the rein, his steed—startled apparently by some object undistinguishable by the rider,—swerved with such suddenness as to unseat him, and precipitate him on the ground. Quilt, meanwhile, came down, examined the door, and finding it unfastened, locked it with a bitter imprecation on his brother-janizary's carelessness. ‘I do not believe you. “MY DEAR DAUGHTER,” it ran,—“Here, on the verge of the season of forgiveness I hold out a last hand to you in the hope of a reconciliation. You were accused of having been seen with the latter. Here you are, young, sound, with a heart that will recover in no time, provided you keep liquor out of it. “Dinner is served, ma’am,” he announced to Mrs. ‘What do you mean?’ Gerald grinned. YOU did.
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