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" "How soon do you expect Mishter Vudd?" inquired the janizary, tauntingly. She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them. Or did he? Perhaps he had found another. Sheppard did not dare to return any answer; but, disengaging herself from his embrace, endeavoured meekly to comply with his request. Old Newgate was divided into three separate prisons,—the Master's Side, the Common Side, and the Press Yard. On the right, stood a bulky figure, with a broken rattle hanging out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his battered countenance to prove to the spectators that both his orbs of vision were darkened: on the left, a meagre constable had divested himself of his shirt, to bind up with greater convenience a gaping cut in the arm. Now she was to be married to him and it horrified her. The latter no sooner beheld him than he dashed hastily into an adjoining room. “It is your sister and her husband,” he said.
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