Smith obeyed. The troops had
kept a large space clear around the gallows. We went
our ways. Smith had never seen anything like it. He laid down the knife, and fixed
a searching and distrustful gaze upon the writer, who continued his task,
unconscious of anything having happened. "Oh! that I could live to see it," gasped Jonathan. With this view
he struck off into a narrow street on the left, and soon entered a small alehouse,
over the door of which hung the sign of the "Welsh Trumpeter. ’ He looked the girl up and
down. " Which was literally the truth. . Manning,”
she said, “for a time—Will you tell no one? Will you keep this—our secret? I’m
doubtful—Will you please not even tell my aunt?”
“As you will,” he said. "Much that I would willingly forget.
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