She watched them sleep for what seemed hours from the high window until her body grew colder than the stone sill she perched upon. For the face under her gaze she could find but one expression—fine. They're apt to be surly to strangers, but it soon wears off. Are you now satisfied?" "No," interposed Wood, furiously, "I shall never be satisfied till I see you hanged on the highest gibbet at Tyburn. " "You shall first go to Bridewell, you jade!" rejoined Kneebone.
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