Luckily, they were not easily discomposed. He was placed in a coach, handcuffed, and heavily fettered, and guarded by a vast posse of officers to Temple Bar, where a fresh relay of constables escorted him to Westminster. “Oh, I can’t thank you. Lucy felt the hairs on her neck rise. ‘Beg pardon, sir?’ asked the sergeant, evidently mystified.
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