" "What for?" demanded the turnkey. She was tired, hungry—and thus somewhat impatient for the food Mrs Ibstock might bring—and downcast. "Oh, lud! what's that?" exclaimed a female voice, from an adjoining room. Only an undermaid I was then. "I do," replied Thames, in the same tone; "we haven't a moment to lose. . ” Courtlaw was dismissed. . Planting his knee against her side, he pulled her towards him with one hand, while with the other he sought his knife. “Excellent fellow!” he answered a little irrelevantly. There would be no way of keeping her police questioning a secret from the entire neighborhood.
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