Infested by every description of vagabond and miscreant, it was, perhaps, a few degrees worse than the rookery near Saint Giles's and the desperate neighbourhood of Saffron Hill in our own time. “I have had adventures—oh, more than one, I can assure you. ’ ‘Aye, but she don’t reckon to militiamen. "I could almost forgive the wretch the injury he did me in depriving me of my poor dear wife—No, not quite that," he added, a little confused. ’ Gerald cast a swift look up the corridor, but there was no one there, not even a shadow. Wish SHE”—he indicated Miss Klegg’s back with a nod—“was at the bottom of the sea. Wood had prevented him from paying much attention to the previous scene.
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