“I never dreamt!” she said. People who would not go. F. Close behind him stood the tall gaunt figure of Marvel, with his large bony
hands, his scraggy neck, and ill-favoured countenance. I could not have
committed this robbery. The coachman
answered by a surly grunt, and, plying his whip with redoubled zeal, shaped his
course down Dyot Street; traversed that part of Holborn, which is now called
Broad Street, and where two ancient alms-houses were, then, standing in the
middle of that great thoroughfare, exactly opposite the opening of Compston
Street; and, diving under a wide gateway on the left, soon reached a more open
space, surrounded by mean habitations, coach-houses and stables, called
Kendrick Yard, at the further end of which Saint Giles's round-house was
situated. Though nearly dark, there was still light enough left to enable him to discern
surrounding objects. She was going through
a new world with him side by side.
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