Maggot was equipped in a light blue riding-habit, trimmed with silver, a hunting-cap and a flaxen peruke, and, instead of a whip, carried a stout cudgel. He had meant to be master of his fate that evening and it had escaped him altogether. “You were there, were you?” He laughed a little impatiently. Then she called a hansom and drove home. It was dangerous for her to dare approaching him and she knew the tremendous risk she was taking, but a part of her demanded that he be found. At this juncture, the sound of oars reached his ears, and he perceived Mr. Listen to me, Winifred. " "And you my warning," retorted Wild. "Farewell!" blubbered the executioner's wife, pressing his hand to her lips.
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