"Because they're in the next room, and the door's shut; that's vy, my jack-adandy!" replied Abraham, unsuspiciously. A sarcastic smile seemed to play upon the chief-taker's lips; and abashed at his own irresolution, the lad went on. “Just remember, I have to make this up to you. ‘What, and miss getting myself murdered?’ ‘She said she wouldn’t murder you. It was the sing-song girl idea, magnified many diameters. ToC About an hour after the occurrences at Newgate, the door of the small backparlour already described at Dollis Hill was opened by Winifred, who, gliding noiselessly across the room, approached a couch, on which was extended a sleeping female, and, gazing anxiously at her pale careworn countenance, murmured,—"Heaven be praised! she still slumbers—slumbers peacefully. As pretty as its owner.
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