" Jack, meanwhile, was carried to Newgate. "Whose house do you want, master?" said the man, touching his hat. “If one half of the stories about Meysey Hill are true,” he answered, “I would not stretch out my little finger to save his life. It consisted of a full-dress coat of brown flowered velvet, laced with silver; a waistcoat of white satin, likewise richly embroidered; shoes with red heels, and large diamond buckles; pearlcoloured silk stockings with gold clocks; a muslin cravat, or steen-kirk, as it was termed, edged with the fine point lace; ruffles of the same material, and so ample as almost to hide the tips of his fingers; and a silver-hilted sword. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. He stole his chance and thrust his hand towards hers. ’ Gerald laughed, and turned back to Melusine, who was frowning again. Lucy had baked the apple and pumpkin pies, carefully molding the flour crusts and adding extra teaspoonfuls of allspice and cinnamon while no one looked.
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