” She said. “I won’t go home,” she said; “I won’t!” and she evaded the clutch of the fatherly policeman and tried to thrust herself past him in the direction of that big portal. "I tell 'ee what, master, if you're more fortinate nor I am, and get ashore, give old saltwater your fare. But I don’t wish to hear that abomination on her lips again. He had now reached what was called the Lower Leads,—a flat, covering a part of the prison contiguous to the gateway, and surrounded on all sides by walls about fourteen feet high.
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