Gin Lane's the nearest road to the churchyard. Who but you would have dreamed
of giving the boy such a name? Why, it's the name of a river, not a Christian. Enfeebled by his wound, Wild
had lost much of his strength, though nothing of his ferocity and energy,—and
fiercely assailing Blueskin, he made a desperate but unsuccessful attempt to
apprehend him. Was
there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully
furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were
they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a
rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going
astray.
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