" CHAPTER VI. She fell into another slumber, one which was more like a blackout. As a matter of fact, I had never spoken to him before in my life. I don’t classify. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. Manning, and glanced round hastily for further horticultural points of interest in secluded corners. Hastening to the spot where he had tied his horse to a tree, he vaulted into the saddle, and rode off across the fields,—for he was fearful of encountering the hostile party,—till he reached the Edgeware Road. The thousand voices which a few moments before had been so clamorous were now hushed. If the boy was legging it alone…. " She smiled, and returned to the spinsters. I want to be myself. He looked around, and as he heard that deafening shout,— as he felt the influence of those thousand eyes fixed upon him,—as he listened to the cheers, all his misgivings—if he had any—vanished, and he felt more as if he were marching to a triumph, than proceeding to a shameful death.
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