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\"Where have you been, young lady?\" Mike crooned, a large grin on his fat Irish face. Wood, who maintained stoutly, that if Thames had been led to do wrong, it must be through the instrumentality of his worthless companion. She still could not muster the strength to leave. He lifted her from the floor. Why can’t you let it be?’ Gerald grinned at him. His obtuse hands punched and jabbed at her uselessly, then he throttled her neck with the last of his strength. He found a coach at the door, with the blinds carefully drawn up, and ascertained from a tall, ill-looking, though tawdrily-dressed fellow, who held his horse by the bridle, and whom he addressed as Quilt Arnold, that the two boys were safe inside, in the custody of Abraham Mendez, the dwarfish Jew. As sure as he is now living, I'll pay him a visit in the Old Bailey before morning.
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