The rich, heavy food sat in her stomach like so many soft pebbles. Go on and tell me. But this was not a season in which to be needlessly scrupulous. “It was your own fault,” she exclaimed. There were a few loose, broken fragments of rock to reckon with upon the ledges, and one place where hands did as much work as toes. Jack's first object was to seek out Blueskin, whom he had no doubt he should find at the New Mint, at Wapping, for the Old Mint no longer afforded a secure retreat to the robber; and, with this view, he made the best of his way along a bye-lane leading towards Hockley-in-the-Hole. Looking sullen, he released the handle and sat back. The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. The twenty pounds burned with avidity.
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