His fingers cherished the hilt of his sword and his eyes were on his friend and superior, ready at his back to do whatever was needed. Remain at the door, Nab," he added, loitering for a moment behind the others, "and let no one in, or out. “You have not seen your sister lately,” he remarked. About nine o'clock, an immense mob collected before the Lodge at Newgate.
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