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'If we meet any one--they must hear us!' she gasped, presently, pausing

a moment to take breath. 'Which way are we going?' 'Towards Calne, I think,' he answered, continuing to drum on the door in

the intervals of speech. 'In the street we must be heard.' 'Help! Help!' she screamed, still more recklessly. She was growing

hoarse, and the prospect terrified her. 'Do you hear? Stop, villains!

Help! Help! Help!' 'Murder!' Mr. Thomasson shouted, seconding her with voice and fist.

'Murder! Murder!' But in the last word, despite his valiant determination to throw in his

lot with her, was a sudden, most audible, quaver. The carriage was

beginning to draw up; and that which he had imperiously demanded a

moment before, he now as urgently dreaded. Not so Julia; her natural

courage had returned, and the moment the vehicle came to a standstill

and the door was opened, she flung herself towards it. The next instant

she was pushed forcibly back by the muzzle of a huge horse-pistol which

a man outside clapped to her breast; while the glare of the bull's-eye

lanthorn which he thrust in her face blinded her.

The man uttered the most horrid imprecations. 'You noisy slut,' he

growled, shoving his face, hideous in its crape mask, into the coach,

and speaking in a voice husky with liquor, 'will you stop your whining?

Or must I blow you to pieces with my Toby? For you, you white-livered

sneak,' he continued, addressing the tutor, 'give me any more of your

piping and I'll cut out your tongue! Who is hurting you, I'd like to

know! As for you, my fine lady, have a care of your skin, for if I pull

you out into the road it will be the worse for you! D'ye hear me? he

continued, with a volley of savage oaths. 'A little more of your music,

and I'll have you out and strip the clothes off your back! You don't

hang me for nothing. D--n you, we are three miles from anywhere, and I

have a mind to gag you, whether or no! And I will too, if you so much as

open your squeaker again!' 'Let me go,' she cried faintly. 'Let me go.' 'Oh, you will be let go fast enough--the other side of the water,' he

answered, with a villainous laugh. 'I'm bail to that. In the meantime

keep a still tongue, or it will be the worse for you! Once out of

Bristol, and you may pipe as you like!' The girl fell back in her corner with a low wail of despair. The man

seeing the effect he had wrought, laughed his triumph, and in sheer

brutality passed his light once or twice across her face. Then he closed

the door with a crash and mounted; the carriage bounded forward again,

and in a trice was travelling onward as rapidly as before.