Ben had scarcely adjusted his oars, when the gleam of a lantern was seen moving towards the bank. It was a purse. She made herself serenely unaware of his existence, though it may be it was his presence that sent her by the field detour instead of by the direct path up the Avenue. "Two hundred pounds, if he's lodged in Newgate before to-morrow morning," continued Wild. This was Blueskin, who burst through the trees, and sword in hand assaulted the thief-taker. His foot tapped impatiently, and he took up the papers. Yet you make our Bohemianism seem like a vulgar thing.
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