A short way off in the fields he descried a sort of shed or cow-house, and thither he contrived to drag his weary limbs. Gerald saw her extract something and leapt aside, calling a warning to Hilary. It was a sort of cooking-room, with an immense fire-place flanked by a couple of cauldrons, and was called Jack Ketch's Kitchen, because the quarters of persons executed for treason were there boiled by the hangman in oil, pitch, and tar, before they were affixed on the city gates, or on London Bridge. She was perplexed by this, and stood for some seconds in the empty street hesitating, until the appearance of another circumspect woman under the street lamp at the corner reassured her. This queer father of hers had given her everything but his arms.
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