But—he was cleverer than any of you. "Mur—der!" roared Wood, struggling to free himself from his assailant, by whom he was half strangled. Unconscious that his movements were watched, Shotbolt, meanwhile, hastened towards Wych Street. Their colloquy was ended abruptly by the apparition of Miss Klegg at the further door. “What you have done. Sheppard in the asylum, and take her this, and send her that;—and I've never prevented you, though such mistaken liberality's enough to provoke a saint. Built and paved with stone, without beds, or any other sort of protection from the cold, this dreadful hole, accounted the most dark and dismal in the prison, was made the receptacle of such miserable wretches as could not pay the customary fees.
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