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AWAY TO THE FOREST.
Tom found no trouble in escaping from the house of the perruquier by the way suggested by Rosamund; and once in the dusky streets, he made good use of his long legs to carry him out of the vicinity of danger.
He knew now that there must be a warrant out against him, and that London was no place for him--that he must fly somewhere beyond the reach of pursuit.

He remembered Lord Claud's promise about the trusty mare, Nell Gwynne.

Well, he would go once more to this strange friend of his, and see how he would stand by him in danger's hour.
Tom's blood was up.

He felt like a man goaded into recklessness and crime by the action of others.