’ Gerald drew his breath in sharply as Lord Charvill took a step towards his granddaughter, thrusting out his head. She felt the bedsprings coil as he moved from his seated position, entranced. “I cannot thank you, Sir John,” she said. Before Wood had time to inquire into the cause of this sound, his attention was diverted by a man, who rushed past the entry with the swiftness of desperation. His revelry, however, was put an end at the expiration of the time mentioned by Jonathan, by the entrance of a posse of constables with Quilt Arnold and Abraham Mendez at their head.
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