Sometimes a whole morning would pass without Spurlock uttering a word beyond the request for a drink of water. Immediately beneath the pulpit stood a large circular pew where malefactors under sentence of death sat to hear the condemned sermon delivered to them, and where they formed a public spectacle to the crowds, which curiosity generally attracted on those occasions. As usual, however, on the occasion of any great calamity, a crowd was scouring the streets, whose sole object was plunder. "Again," cried Jonathan, sternly: "beware!" "What!" vociferated Trenchard. "The worst house in the neighbourhood—the constant haunt of reprobates and thieves," groaned Wood. ‘Who me, sir? Lor’ no, sir. Michelle’s eyes opened, her body paralyzed.
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