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She dreaded leaving him for the night, but separated herself finally. " The foregoing conversation, having been conducted throughout in a low tone, and apart, had not reached the ears of Mr. “Wild horses—not if they have all the mounted police in London—shan’t keep me out. The idiots are marching through the streets in processions from town to town, whipping their own backs until they are covered in blood, spreading the bloody Pestilence wherever they go! The dead pile in the streets like timber. They pressed more insistently, forcing her lips open. ’ She turned her head, eyes blazing. . But Darrell averted his head. As it was, the mob went on alternately hooting and huzzaing as the names of Wild and Sheppard were pronounced, while some individuals, bolder than the rest, thrust their faces into the coach-window, and assured Jack that he should never be taken to Tyburn. " Darrell returned no answer. " "My father was of the blood-royal of France," exclaimed Thames. " "What happened?" Ah Cum recounted the story of the sing-song girl. .
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