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” Lucy said, frowning. I can’t imagine Londoners—particularly interested in me. And what did she do? Not only did she cut his hand in her rage, but she refused to let him help her, and then she ran away from him. And the jailers also retired. He could not tell whether she was English or American. “But I am your husband,” he said. You poor man, what have you been doing to yourself?” “Nothing except travelling all night,” he answered. He would stare at her intensely when he was certain his parents were not looking in his direction. Urging his steed along Oxford Road,— as that great approach to the metropolis was then termed,—he soon passed Marylebone Lane, beyond which, with the exception of a few scattered houses, the country was completely open on the right, and laid out in pleasant fields and gardens; nor did he draw in the rein until he arrived at Tyburn-gate, where, before he turned off upon the Edgeware Road, he halted for a moment, to glance at the place of execution. " "It was her own fault," observed Blueskin, moodily.
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