“I don’t care a rap for
remembering. She seized the
key, and he grasped her hand and squeezed it roughly and painfully between the
handle and the ward as she tried to turn it. Of all the entirely English women I
know, you’re the only one with a French accent. Urging his steed along Oxford Road,—
as that great approach to the metropolis was then termed,—he soon passed
Marylebone Lane, beyond which, with the exception of a few scattered houses,
the country was completely open on the right, and laid out in pleasant fields and
gardens; nor did he draw in the rein until he arrived at Tyburn-gate, where,
before he turned off upon the Edgeware Road, he halted for a moment, to glance
at the place of execution. “I wonder if you will?”
“Let me say one thing,” he said.
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