He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. He was now almost driven to despair. ‘I’ll make you an offer. Full twenty highwaymen blithe and bold, Rattled their chains in that dungeon old; Of all that number there 'scaped not one Who carved his name on the Newgate Stone. It did not shock her; it amazed her, interested her beyond measure. He made it brief. ’ She let out a peal of laughter.
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