The concourse extended along Giltspur Street as far as Smithfield. “It is unimportant,” she said. It was precisely two o'clock on the morning of Whit-monday, the 25th of May 1724, when the remarkable escape before detailed was completed: and, though it wanted full two hours to daybreak, the glimmer of a waning moon prevented it from being totally dark. Around her neck was a little gold chain. “It was inevitable,” he declared. " "I remember now!" interrupted McClintock. He smiled complacently. ‘No, I don’t see much future in pursuing her down this passage.
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