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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. On the north stood the battlements of one of the towers of the gate. He glanced up at Roding and met his eyes. She was trying to adjust the wimple, dragging at it and fighting with her loosened hair. Winifred screamed. "I will live," cried Blueskin, with a look of the deadliest hatred at Wild, "to be revenged on you. "Are you not content with the crimes you have committed, —but you must carry your villany to this point. "I knew it. "Only Jack's two wives—Edgeworth Bess and Poll Maggot," replied Austin, laughing.
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