"A thousand pounds," he observed, gloomily, "is a heavy price to pay for doubtful secrecy, when certain silence might be so cheaply procured. Sheppard had been interred. I'll speak to McClintock to-night and see if he won't take us for a junket on The Tigress. She barely heard a word that Martin or Brown said, until Martin’s voice chimed. Not so bad. Taking his way along East Smithfield, mounting Little Tower-hill, and threading the Minories and Hounsditch, he arrived without accident or molestation, at Moorfields. She had recourse to the torn off strip of petticoat again, and blowing her nose with an air of determination, sniffed back the tears. Once he had managed to stake his claim, she would have all to do to prove her identity and win it back. The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill.
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