As Jack departed, a dark figure, emerging from behind a wall, rushed after him. Anna stared back at every one with undaunted composure. Though by no means so extensive or commodious as the modern prison, Old Newgate was a large and strongly-built pile. "Why, so it is," she said, in mock astonishment. “Slavery! Downtroddenness! When I think of it I feel all over boot marks— men’s boots. All this was exciting and entertaining. You have taken my dagger. She quickened her pace, and so did he, talking at her slightly averted ear.
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