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"Thank you, sir," she answered in a very s at me

"Not," I therefore continued, "that there was any real danger"

"What do you mean?" she asked quickly

"I mean that, in all probability, the ood friend of ainst me, is too much of a man to lie in wait to

do me hurt"

"Then why should he hide in the hedge?"

"Because he co the town Beadle

over the churchyard wall, and is, consequently, in hiding, for

the present"

"He has an ill-sounding naentlest, truest, and worthiest fellow that

ever wore the leather apron"