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“Wild horses—not if they have all the mounted police in London—shan’t keep me out. Battle, murder, and sudden death—and an old chap like McClintock tuning his piano in the midst of it. "Here, Tom," he added, calling to a shop-boy, "run and fetch a constable. “They are full of the usual foolish stories. You don't want people to snub you later. He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. Curses light on the horse!" he added, seizing the bridle of his steed, who continued snorting and shivering, as if still under the influence of some unaccountable alarm; "what can ail him?" "I know what ails him, your honour," rejoined the groom, riding up as he spoke; "he's seen somethin' not o' this world. "He does," replied Kneebone, "and, what is more surprising, it seems to increase. " "God help me, what a muddle!" The cigar crumbled in Spurlock's hand.
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