They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. ’ Lucilla gaped. Something in her voice and manner conveyed an effect of unwonted gravity to him. ’ ‘Unless it is Captain Roding,’ put in Lucilla Froxfield from the curved back sofa on the other side of the fireplace. Monsieur Charvill, he is also my cousin. Certain information, it seems, has been received from a female, that Blueskin would be at a flash-ken near the Chase at five o'clock to-day, and they're all set out in the expectation of nabbing him. Here was no crooked soul; a little weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest.
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