It was an uproarious affair, for Rollo now knew that he had been
grieviously betrayed: they were trying to kill him in a new way. ToC
London, at the period of this history, boasted only a single bridge. This one was Henry Esmond, that one the
melancholy Marius, and so forth and so on; never any villains. He was about to cut the sergeant short, when
his eye fell on a gentleman walking along Piccadilly, his manner uncertain, his
eyes shifting as if he sought something out. She sighed with
relief. Such was the hubbub and tumult around him,
that the carpenter could not hear its plunge into the flood. But his gloom appeared to be occasioned
by remorse, rather than sorrow. Earles’ office, “was
your last resource. Only your pa knew as how I were the one as saw to you at the wet-nurse’s
cottage, and he got a-hold of me and made me bring him to you. It was about—a question of what I might do or
might not do. Am I mistaken? Is
your heart mine?"
"It is—it is; and has ever been," replied Winifred, falling upon his neck. ‘You will not guess again?’
‘No, no, I am quite out of ideas. He waved a cordial
goodbye. "Caught!" shouted the head-turnkey.
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