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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. I consented. It’s on the horse. A stout wooden shutter, opening inwardly, being removed, disclosed a grating of iron bars. The trip took a full day. "And now," he continued, sternly, "was it your master who has just ridden by?" "No," answered Quilt, sullenly. "With me?" said Thames. The air was sweet with the smoky perfume of myrrh, hazy and dense with incense. Still —there you are!” He paused. "It was some time before I could get him to move. Sebastian crouched on the floor with a single dead victim, a young highwayman.
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