"
"On my soul, Thames, you wrong me!" replied Jack, passionately. The door crashed back against the wall inside and both men hurtled into the
room, weapons at the ready—and stopped dead. By many a highwayman many a draught
Of nutty-brown ale at Saint Giles's was quaft,
Until the old lazar-house chanced to fall down,
And the broad-bottom'd bowl was removed to the Crown. ‘Will that be all, ma’am?’
‘Yes, yes. "Your wife?"
"His lawful wife," said Ruth, with fine dignity. Soldiers
were stationed at different points of the street to keep off the mob, and others
were riding backwards and forwards to maintain an open space for the passage
of the procession. "Wretch!" she cried, "you shall not force me to your hateful purpose. Of this man Kneebone resolved to go in pursuit; and
leaving Jack in charge of the constable, he proceeded to the small inn,—which
bore then, as it bears now, the name of the Six Bells,—where, summoning the
hostler, his steed was instantly brought him, and, springing on its back, he rode
away at full speed. In some incomprehensible way that back view made
her feel sorry for Alice. ‘We’ll have
you right out of the way, just in case.
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