St Nicholas [serial] . picked herself up. Where ve I got ter go to ? she asked humbly. Go fur a walk, said Yates. And, at that, thedutiful lady, without waiting to put on either ahat or shawl, set off along the road, as if she wasbound for Ipswich, at five and a half miles anhour. The Vicomte paused for a moment to take apinch of snuff from his silver box. You know the coast? he said at last, closingthe box with a snap. None better, assented Yates. Intimately, I feel sure, threw in the Vicomte. An for why? asked the other, quickly. You should know that best yourself. Listennow, said the Vicomt
St Nicholas [serial] . picked herself up. Where ve I got ter go to ? she asked humbly. Go fur a walk, said Yates. And, at that, thedutiful lady, without waiting to put on either ahat or shawl, set off along the road, as if she wasbound for Ipswich, at five and a half miles anhour. The Vicomte paused for a moment to take apinch of snuff from his silver box. You know the coast? he said at last, closingthe box with a snap. None better, assented Yates. Intimately, I feel sure, threw in the Vicomte. An for why? asked the other, quickly. You should know that best yourself. Listennow, said the Vicomte. I trust that you are asmuggler; indeed, I happen to know that you must have a man who knows the coast. Also,can you find me Jerry Abershaw? I may wanthim within a month. As Mr. Yates afterward observed to the high-wayman, When he arst me that, the breath wentslick out o me body. Strike me Davy, but hecould have flipped me over backards with hissecond finger an thumb! But the VicOmte was not so disposed. He 336. TAKE THAT MONEY, HE THUNDERED, AND MEET ME TO-MORROW NIGHT ON RAMSEY HEIGHT!Vol. 337 338 THE REFUGEE [Feb., merely lay back in his chair and helped himself tosnuff. Mr. Yatess lower jaw had gone down like asignal-board. His cheeks had vanished, and hisforehead had gone up somewhere under hisstubbly hair. He sat rigid and mute on the otherside of the table, seemingly nothing but mouthand eyes. Wot s that? he gasped. The Vicomte yawned. My friend, why do you trouble me to repeatmyself? You heard what I said very well. WhenI shall require him, you take horse and ride toLondon, and bring Jerry Abershaw to me. Who? exclaimed Mr. Yates. Jerry Abershaw, repeated the Vicomte. Mr. Yates closed his mouth with a snap andvehemently shook his head. Sink me, but I never heerd of him! he as-serted. Mon Dieu, sighed the other, all this is apitiful waste of time! Never heerd of him! Never heerd the namein me life! Does he come from these here parts? The Vicomte, with
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