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” Michelle’s voice lowered to a whisper. ” She laid her fingers upon his arm, and they both stood still. ‘Yes, but quite my own fault. " He stuffed the printed chintz into her arms and smiled into her eyes. The body of Jack Sheppard, meanwhile, was borne along by that tremendous host, which rose and fell like the waves of the ocean, until it approached the termination of the Edgeware Road. The coachman answered by a surly grunt, and, plying his whip with redoubled zeal, shaped his course down Dyot Street; traversed that part of Holborn, which is now called Broad Street, and where two ancient alms-houses were, then, standing in the middle of that great thoroughfare, exactly opposite the opening of Compston Street; and, diving under a wide gateway on the left, soon reached a more open space, surrounded by mean habitations, coach-houses and stables, called Kendrick Yard, at the further end of which Saint Giles's round-house was situated. "Not materially, Mr. Nab and Quilt to the door! Jack, you are my prisoner.
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