"
Thames hastily cast his eyes over it, and transferred it, with a look of incredulity,
to Wood. "You'll be as good as your word, my charmer," whispered the executioner. When the lad is fit to be moved,
we’ll bring him home. It was also cold, and dark,
for there had been no time to light the lantern. But why do you ask?"
"Because—" stammered the boy. He seemed resigned
but cheerful, and held frequent and serious discourses with the ordinary, who felt
satisfied of his sincere penitence. Wood from pressing his suit long ago. Professing to
stand between the robber and the robbed, he himself plundered both. "
"I can't. I’m in a mess—a
nasty mess! a filthy mess! Oh, no end of a mess!
“Do you hear, Ann Veronica?—you’re in a nasty, filthy, unforgivable mess!
“Haven’t I just made a silly mess of things?
“Forty pounds! I haven’t got twenty!”
She got up, stamped with her foot, and then, suddenly remembering the lodger
below, sat down and wrenched off her boots.
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