At last he could bear it no longer. The female’s words caught at his attention, and he no longer heard what the young Poussaint girl was saying to him. ‘Is it soft, the way you seize me from behind? Parbleu, my heart it is flown from my chest! Boom, boom, it goes, even now. To reach it would be a most difficult undertaking. ‘Odds were against it. The windows were small, and strongly grated, looking, in front, on Kendrick Yard, and, at the back, upon the spacious burial-ground of Saint Giles's Church. What’s that?” They both stood listening.
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