Kneebone," she added, with a glance at that gentleman, which was meant to speak daggers, "will do as he pleases. Her fingers found the lump she sought and, with a little effort, she dragged out the black-wrapped foil. " Starting at a rapid pace in the direction of the Old Bailey, and crossing Fleet Bridge, "for oyster tubs renowned," the trio skirted the right bank of the muddy stream until they reached Fleet Lane, up which they hurried. " "Most likely," observed Jonathan, with a slight sneer; "the ghost of some highwayman who has just breathed his last in Newgate, no doubt. ‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket.
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