Presently the odour of burnt powder mingled agreeably with that of the incense. ‘What is this fate?’ ‘Un mariage of no distinction. ‘For God’s sake, let go my hand,’ he begged. Crack went the whip, and away floundered the heavy vehicle through the deep ruts of the ill-kept road, or rather lane, (for it was little better,) which, then, led across Southampton Fields. He is the kind of man who would much prefer a little dust in his eyes.
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