‘You cannot mean General Charvill?’
‘That old martinet?’ exclaimed Roding. “Well, you have thought it over?” he said, sitting down beside her. “Looks like old
times here, I see. It
reached her only slowly that Ann Veronica was standing to her resolution. You told me he was going back to Newgate after
supper, so I mayn't have another opportunity. Against the sinister, the threatening, monstrous inhumanity of the
limitless city, there was nothing now but this supreme, ugly fact of a pursuit—
the pursuit of the undesired, persistent male. Then, even as they stood there, the room was
plunged into darkness. It had evidently seen better days before being relegated to the
ministrations of a hackney coachman, one who evidently served the less affluent
inhabitants of London. The procession had just got into line of march, when a dreadful groan, mixed
with yells, hootings, and execrations, was heard. I would that you
were my own. White rang the bell. Wood. "Och! he's a broth of a boy!"
"Why, I thought he'd broken your head, Terry?"
"Phooh! that's nothing? A piece o' plaster'll set all to rights; and Terry
O'Flaherty's not the boy to care for the stroke of a supple-jack.
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