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A Rescue and a Catastrophe

           

           He,too,attemptedalaughandcameforwardholdingouthishand."What,comeback!Howd’yedo,Crawley?"hesaid,thenervesofhismouthtwitchingashetriedtogrinattheintruder.

           TherewasthatinRawdon’sfacewhichcausedBeckytoflingherselfbeforehim."Iaminnocent,Rawdon,"shesaid;"beforeGod,Iaminnocent."Sheclungholdofhiscoat,ofhishands;herownwereallcoveredwithserpents,andrings,andbaubles."Iaminnocent.SayIaminnocent,"shesaidtoLordSteyne.

           Hethoughtatraphadbeenlaidforhim,andwasasfuriouswiththewifeaswiththehusband."Youinnocent!Damnyou,"hescreamedout."Youinnocent!Whyeverytrinketyouhaveonyourbodyispaidforbyme.Ihavegivenyouthousandsofpounds,whichthisfellowhasspentandforwhichhehassoldyou.Innocent,by—!You’reasinnocentasyourmother,theballet-girl,andyourhusbandthebully.Don’tthinktofrightenmeasyouhavedoneothers.Makeway,sir,andletmepass";andLordSteyneseizeduphishat,and,withflameinhiseyes,andlookinghisenemyfiercelyintheface,marcheduponhim,neverforamomentdoubtingthattheotherwouldgiveway.

           ButRawdonCrawleyspringingout,seizedhimbytheneckcloth,untilSteyne,almoststrangled,writhedandbentunderhisarm."Youlie,youdog!"saidRawdon."Youlie,youcowardandvillain!"AndhestruckthePeertwiceoverthefacewithhisopenhandandflunghimbleedingtotheground.

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