” “What do you want?” he asked, bluntly. It was scarcely likely that she would have accepted his aid. " "That is a far more agreeable one, I must confess," returned Kneebone, with a self-sufficient smirk. That's the kind, my friend, that always fall soft. I suppose this is the sort of damned rubbish—” “Oh! Ssh, Peter!” cried Miss Stanley. He was placed in a coach, handcuffed, and heavily fettered, and guarded by a vast posse of officers to Temple Bar, where a fresh relay of constables escorted him to Westminster.
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