She drew up a chair and sat down, putting her palm on the damp, cold forehead. Such names shone brightly in the darkness, with black spaces of unilluminated emptiness about them, as stars shine in the night; but now—now it was different; now it was dawn—the real dawn. "Here, Tom," he added, calling to a shop-boy, "run and fetch a constable. "Fear nothing, Sir," said the man, in a voice which Thames instantly recognised as that of Blueskin. She sank upon her knees and unbuttoned his coat.
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