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ONE:A fit of coughing interrupted him. He strained and shook from head to foot. He had no handkerchief, and spat blood on the floor.It was David who drew William's attention to the woman sitting at the other end of their seat. David piqued himself on his knowledge of the world.
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ONE:"Come, Naomi, put her down. It's bad for you to carry her about like this."
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ONE:That night was another Hell. Robert lay wakeful in a rigor of despair. It was all over now. The constable would be at Odiam the first thing next morning. Bardon was bound to remember that his pocket-book was in the coat he had lent Bessie. He might even think that Bessie had taken it! This fresh horror nearly sent Robert out of the window and over the fields to the Manor to confess his crime. But he was kept back by the glimmerings of hope which, like a summer lightning, played fitfully over his mental landscape. He dared not stake everything. Perhaps after all young Bardon could not remember where he had put the pocket-book; he must have forgotten where it was when he offered the coat to Bessie, and it was possible that he would not remember till the lovers had escapedafter which he might remember as much as he liked, for Robert never[Pg 161] thought for a moment that he could be traced once he had left Peasmarsh.He, at length, became somewhat composed, and threw himself upon the floor, to get a few hours' rest.
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