That personage meantime having reloaded
his pistol, with a self-possession refreshing to witness,
replaced it in his doublet, gathered up the reins, and, glancing
slightly at his companion, spoke again
"I should thank you for saving my life, I suppose, but thanking
people is so little in my line, that I scarcely know how to set
about it. Perhaps, my dear sir, you will take the will for the
deed."
"An original, this," thought Sir Norman, "whoever he is." Then
aloud: "Pray don't trouble yourself about thanks, sir, I should
have dome precisely the same for the highwaymen, had you been
three to one over them."
"I don't doubt it in the least; nevertheless I feel grateful, for
you have saved my life all the same, and you have never seen me
before."
"There you are mistaken," said Sir Norman, quietly "I had the
pleasure of seeing you scarce an hour ago."
"Ah!" said the stranger, in an altered tone, "and where?"
"On London Bridge."
"I did not see you."
"Very likely, but I was there none the less."
"Do you know me?" said the stranger; and Sir Norman could see he
was gazing at him sharply from under the shadow of his slouched
hat.
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