Don’t touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. " "A key!" exclaimed Wood eagerly. In consequence of the encouragement thus offered to dishonesty, and the security afforded to crime, this quarter of the Borough of Southwark was accounted (at the period of our narrative) the grand receptacle of the superfluous villainy of the metropolis. Every inch of the house felt safe to her, small and welcoming. Losing his presence of mind, Jack quitted his hold, and dropped upon the frame. ‘I’m not going to arrest you, young Jack—yet. I might utter a million, and still I doubt if I could make you understand. Just as they reached the end of the passage, they heard the voices of Jonathan and the Jew in Thames's late place of confinement. But Gerald kept to a casual note.
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