“What is the good of pretending?” she said. What is it? Good God!” An unhappy little smile parted her lips. He was a handsome man, and Lucy could see the strong resemblance of John to him. Against the walls hung an assortment of staves, brown-bills, (weapons then borne by the watch,) muskets, handcuffs, great-coats, and lanterns. " "Who told you this is his portrait?" demanded Trenchard. She would rend him limb from limb like a fiend if only she could move. The advanced guard had endeavoured to disperse the mob in Field Lane, but were not prepared to meet with the resistance they encountered.
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