At last she glanced at a little clock in the corner of the room, and sprang to her feet. The mob pursued the thief-taker and his party all the way, and such missiles as could be collected were hurled at them. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. " "We'll see that, young hempseed," replied Sharples, shutting the hatch furiously in his face, and locking it. The Ragged Edge. A stack of chimneys, on the house above them, had yielded to the storm, and descended in a shower of bricks and stones.
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