"This gash," he added, pointing to one of the larger scars, "was a wipe from the hanger of Tom Thurland, whom I apprehended for the murder of Mrs. To be sure," he added, lowering his tone, "they wos little 'uns, and one on 'em was smothered—ough! ough!—how this cough chokes me!" Sheppard, meanwhile, whose hands were at liberty, managed to possess himself, unperceived, of the spike of a halbert, which was lying, apart from the pole, upon a bench near him. Mr. ‘I do not steal,’ declared the lady hotly. Wiped out, but for these. “So Mr. So Mrs. But he can't have his eyes always about him, or he'd have been with us this morning at the Mint, eh, Mr.
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