Not a word passed between them. Courtlaw opened his lips, but remained silent in the face of her imperative gesture. Gerald took Madame’s hand and kissed the fingers with a little more warmth than punctilio demanded. With this view he struck off into a narrow street on the left, and soon entered a small alehouse, over the door of which hung the sign of the "Welsh Trumpeter. At last she was roused. Her hair was gathered up behind, in a sort of pad, according to the then prevailing mode; and she wore a muslin cap, and pinners with crow-foot edging. Some rustic hand had written upon the door "JACK SHEPPARD'S CAGE;" and upon the wall was affixed a large placard describing his person, and offering a reward for his capture. "Where's Thames?" he hastily inquired.
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