“My dear girl,” he said, in a tone of patient reasonableness, “you are a mere child. She were that miserable. When any violent outrage was committed,—and such matters were of daily, sometimes hourly, occurrence,—a bell, the rope of which descended into the hall, brought the whole of the turnkeys to their assistance. ’ ‘Between the devil and the deep blue sea, he were,’ agreed Pottiswick’s daughter. Sheppard, who had been stricken down by the blow that prostrated her assailant, looked up, she perceived Jonathan Wild kneeling beside the body of Blueskin.
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