’ Roding’s voice changed. “Wild
horses—not if they have all the mounted police in London—shan’t keep me
out. Mike dismissed her with a wave, and she left
the room, knowing she could not say anything to please
him she swiftly left the room. She
got up early, and walked about the garden in the dewy June sunshine and revived
her childhood. "Yes … but dreadfully tired. 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.
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