There was a concerted gasp of shock from both the black-garbed lad and the coachman. The doors were closed and barricaded, and the mob threatened to burst them open if Jack was not delivered to them. This is the first act. She had a few acquaintances, English gentlemen, but she lived with her sister—was a lady. Ever since the discovery of his relationship to the Trenchard family, a marked change had taken place in Jack's demeanour and looks, which were so much refined and improved that he could scarcely be recognised as the same person. That’s as far as we go. Listening at one of the doors leading to the Master Debtors' side, he heard a loud voice chanting a Bacchanalian melody, and the boisterous laughter that accompanied the song, convinced him that no suspicion was entertained in this quarter. He swung it open and then used his body to pin her against her seat. Every now and then something familiar in her tone, the poise of her head, the play of her eyes startled him. Altogether, it was a hideous and revolting sight.
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