Below the window he saw two coolies carrying a coffin, which presently they callously dumped into a yawning pit. "No Mohocks! No Scourers!" cried the mob. "Two hundred pounds, if he's lodged in Newgate before to-morrow morning," continued Wild. We have known men who have come here for no other purpose than to prove their unassailable virtue, who have strode into the arena of temptation, waving the—the what is it—the white flower of a blameless life, only to exchange it with marvellous facility for the violets of the Parisienne. ‘You had better kill me, mademoiselle, because otherwise I shall end by strangling you.
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