"Lend a hand with the ruffles, Blueskin!" he shouted, as that personage, who had just recovered from the stunning effects of the blow, contrived to pick himself up. "Good-bye!" For a moment Ruth was tempted to fling herself against the withered bosom; but long since she had learned repression. The postilion obeyed, and dashed off as hard as his horses could gallop along the beautiful road leading to Neasdon and Willesden, just as the serving-men made their appearance. A great bowl of scarlet carnations gleamed from a dark corner, set against the background of a deep brown wall. Wrenched from their holds, the iron palisades in front of the thief-taker's dwelling were used as weapons to burst open the door.
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