r； what a gallant gentleman…highwayman you would have made！”
“Is all the soot washed from my face？” he asked； turning it towards her。
“Alas！ yes： the more’s the pity！ Nothing could be more being to your plexion than that ruffian’s rouge。”
“You would like a hero of the road then？”
“An English hero of the road would be the next best thing to an Italian bandit； and that could only be surpassed by a Levantine pirate。”
“Well； whatever I am； remember you are my wife； we were married an hour since； in the presence of all these witnesses。” She giggled； and her colour rose。
“Now； Dent；” continued Mr。 Rochester； “it is your turn。” And as the other party withdrew； he and his band took the vacated seats。 Miss Ingram placed herself