Accordingly, when she arrived at the
Shovels, with which, as an old haunt in her bygone days of wretchedness she
was well acquainted, instead of entering the principal apartment, which she saw
at a glance was crowded with company of both sexes, she turned into a small
room on the left of the bar, and, as an excuse for so doing, called for something
to drink. “Who can tell?” she said. . "It's too late to
carry 'em before a magistrate now, Sir Rowland; so, with your permission, I'll
give 'em a night's lodging in Saint Giles's round-house. She smiled and started for the stairs without reply. . He was not, in truth, much of a
ladies’ man. "Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears,
"she would never have died thus. Vot am I to do vith these
young imps, eh?"
"What you generally do with your prisoners, Mr.
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