Spurlock halted in his tracks. ‘Monsieur Charvill thought perhaps that his daughter
would find not a welcome. The inn was a military haunt. The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the
window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring. I want to be
myself. ’
Saling coughed. Very well, then. They set about everyone—everyone. While he was thus standing, the flames of his house, which made the whole
street as light as day, and ruddily illumined the faces of the mob below, betrayed
him to them, and he was speedily driven from his position by a shower of stones
and other missiles. And mind, your life,—more than your life—hangs upon
your choice. Arrived there, their first object was to seek out
Davies, by whom they were conducted to the lady's retreat,—a lone habitation,
situated on the outskirts of Saint George's Fields in Southwark. Tell Lucy about the time you were nine years old and
blew up the house, John. ”
“And that, I suppose,” he said, waving his stick towards Mr. ’
‘A very low stratagem, Hilary,’ Gerald said, turning on his captain with mock
severity.
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