There were perches inside where she could crouch and labyrinths underneath where she could hide. " "Suppose he brings Blueskin, or some other ruffian with him," hesitated the jailer. ’ ‘That’s right,’ agreed the militiaman, coming forward to stand before her. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. Supposing the wire should break and her head tumble off her shoulders into the street? The whimsey caused another smile to ripple across her lips. His conscience, however, was entirely another affair. He turned to Mrs. "Quite sorry, my good friend, there should have been any misunderstanding between us," observed the woollen-draper. ” There was a shout of laughter.
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