“No doubt about that,” Meddoes continued. “I see nothing of my sister,” she said. ’ To be sure there was a way. She tried surreptitiously to reach her own dagger, in its cunning hiding place in her petticoat. The concourse extended along Giltspur Street as far as Smithfield. " CHAPTER XVIII. "Heed her not. That had taken her by surprise, and her tired wits had failed her.
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