The fire still burned brightly. At the corner of Liquorpond Street stood the old Hampstead coach-office; and, on the night in question, a knot of hostlers, waggoners, drivers, and stable-boys was collected in the yard. “My God! Ann Veronica,” he said, struggling to keep his hold upon her; “my God! Tell me—tell me now—tell me you love me!” His expression was as it were rapaciously furtive. With this view, Jack was carried—for he was no longer able to move without assistance— to a ward called the Castle, situated over the gateway on the western side, in what was considered the strongest part of the jail. ” “Why?” asked Hetty. Immediately she had spoken of the loose button he knew that henceforth he must show no concern over the disposition of that coat. " Winifred's eyes filled with tears. Spurlock slept on. I suppose you have come to see your granddaughter.
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