“So you’d best open your coffers. In the struggle, Mrs. ’ ‘Had the advantage of her this time,’ Roding put in before Gerald could respond. They looked out over the city, grim and silent now, for it was long past midnight. On the right, stood a bulky figure, with a broken rattle hanging out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his battered countenance to prove to the spectators that both his orbs of vision were darkened: on the left, a meagre constable had divested himself of his shirt, to bind up with greater convenience a gaping cut in the arm.
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