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Her gaze flickered down to his pistol. "The devil you have! Then, perhaps, you can tell me when he intends to put his threat into execution?" "What threat?" asked Jackson. They had escaped from the New Prison, it is true; but the wall of Clerkenwell Bridewell, by which that jail was formerly surrounded, and which was more than twenty feet high, and protected by formidable and bristling chevaux de frise, remained to be scaled. The third time she escaped she reached the inconsequent barricade of the overturned table. " "Company!" echoed Rachel; "at this time of night?" "Company, child," repeated Kneebone.
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