"Ah! Terry O'Flaherty!" vociferated Jonathan, in a tone that betrayed hot the slightest discomposure. A few yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. “I’ll ruin your suit. All the linen was new and stamped with the mark of Whiteaway, Laidlaw & Co. ‘—without telling her why,’ he finished, ignoring the interjection. Wild has done his business. A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. He was placed in a coach, handcuffed, and heavily fettered, and guarded by a vast posse of officers to Temple Bar, where a fresh relay of constables escorted him to Westminster. "If things had gone smoothly," he thought, "I should have cursed the fellow's stupidity. Playing became a way of escape. "With pleasure, Sir," replied Edgeworth Bess.
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