’ Trodger frowned, and chewed his lip. A lovely, fetching girl. " "Who's lost?" demanded Ireton. "Stay!" said Jonathan, aiding his descent; "you had better take my lantern. Wild!" demanded Trenchard, as if he had formed a sudden resolution. "Do you submit?" interrogated Wild. "The worst house in the neighbourhood—the constant haunt of reprobates and thieves," groaned Wood.
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