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Sheppard, faintly. If Thames Darrell escapes, you will lose both life and property. He knew it absolutely, as if he had the check in his hand. He had come to Anna’s rooms from a dinner party, and he was in evening dress. That did not sound like the name the young man had offered in the tower of the water-clock. Urging his steed along Oxford Road,— as that great approach to the metropolis was then termed,—he soon passed Marylebone Lane, beyond which, with the exception of a few scattered houses, the country was completely open on the right, and laid out in pleasant fields and gardens; nor did he draw in the rein until he arrived at Tyburn-gate, where, before he turned off upon the Edgeware Road, he halted for a moment, to glance at the place of execution. She was glad when he went on: “I want to be your city of refuge from every sort of bother. ‘But you,’ she said in the friendliest way imaginable, ‘are a person tout à fait sympathique, I think. She was consumed by misery and hate.
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