About nine o'clock, an immense mob collected before the Lodge at Newgate. Looked like them statues of the Holy Mother I see about the place. Melusine had confessed this morning, that she had borrowed his horse, that Jack had met with his accident through her fault. There is scarcely one chance in a dozen of saving his life; there would be none at all if he were moved. She writhed in ecstasy as she wrapped her legs around his waist, then raised her knees to his shoulders. A young man was playing the banjo.
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