He grabbed her wrist and prised the weapon from her fingers, ignoring her other hand that clawed at his to try to retain the trophy. The knots and broken pale that made the garden-fence scalable, and gave access to the fields behind, were still to be traced. "It's an odd-shaped one," rejoined Kneebone, examining it attentively. ‘Poor things. “Let us walk round to Covent Garden,” he suggested. "Thus," replied the prize-fighter. " "Oh, that!" she said, with a deprecating gesture. ’ ‘But you mind that I say I do not trust you. "What's your name?" he said, addressing the audacious lad, who was looking about him as coolly as if nothing material was going on. Now, Sir.
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