Quilt, meanwhile, came down, examined the door, and finding it unfastened, locked it with a bitter imprecation on his brother-janizary's carelessness. Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. Behind the poet came Sir James Thornhill. Were I to let you go, you'd say I feared you.
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