I'll be with you in a jiffy. “You know,” he went on, “this doesn’t seem to me to end anything. One called Waterman's Hall, a horrible place adjoining the postern under the gate, whence, through a small barred aperture, they solicited alms from the passengers: the other, a large chamber, denominated My Lady's Hold, was situated in the highest part of the jail, at the northern extremity. Let me lend you some money. They were Jonathan Wild and Quilt Arnold. “I wonder if it is. ‘Soi-disant? Then he is not Valade?’ ‘How can I know?’ she countered crossly. They're only just gone, mercy on us! what a clatter," she added, as the knocking was repeated more violently than before. ‘Gérard!’ ‘Yes, it’s I,’ he said, and grinned. "If you arrest him, you must arrest me also. Also, you must send someone to fetch my horse—at least, it is not mine but I have borrowed it to come here—because it will be dark very soon and—’ ‘Woof! Hold it, hold it,’ begged the sergeant. Spurlock bent his head to the rail. Filled as he was with conflicting emotions, any stretch of silence would be dangerous.
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