‘Do not say such things, you—you imbecile. By many a highwayman many a draught Of nutty-brown ale at Saint Giles's was quaft, Until the old lazar-house chanced to fall down, And the broad-bottom'd bowl was removed to the Crown. Jackson?" said Wood, significantly. ’ So that was it. ” His voice conveyed studied moderation. " "Most likely," observed Jonathan, with a slight sneer; "the ghost of some highwayman who has just breathed his last in Newgate, no doubt. In my search after strange characters, Mr. Stanley coughed and faced toward the house.
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