1st Edition Thus

Geoffrey staggered...turned quite white, and halted

Her eyes would glance continually towards the handsome pair in the window-place

Not eight paces from him was McGranger holding a candle in his hand

'Beatrice is a scarlet woman!'

'Pray to God you may not one day be called her murderers'

'Oh,' he replied, struggling to get into his waistcoat again

'I have her—lend a hand, lads'

'Geoffrey! hear me, Geoffrey!'