I'm almost sorry I've sworn to hang you. Where is he?" "Within this room," replied the knight. "It was given me by a man who was drinking t'other night with Blueskin at the Lion! and who, though he slouched his hat over his eyes, and muffled his chin in a handkerchief, must have been Jonathan Wild. ” The cabman, knocking with the butt end of his whip upon the window, reminded her that he was in a similar predicament. Two shots were fired, and presently the clashing of swords was heard below. A thing which had mystified her since childhood, a smouldering wonder why it should be, and until now she had never felt the urge to investigate.
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