"
"Ah!" exclaimed Sir Rowland, glancing significantly at Charcam, who was a
confidant in his Jacobite schemes; "is it the messenger from Orchard-Windham,
from Sir William?"
"No, Sir Rowland. Wood's boat,
impelled alike by oar and tide, shot past the mark at which it aimed; and before it
could be again brought about, the struggle had terminated. Here Marvel, the executioner, who was in attendance,
was commanded by Wild to tie his thumbs together, which he did with whipcord
so tightly, that the string cut to the bone. Glancing around his prison, he began
to think it possible he might effect an escape from it. Although she had refused to answer
his impertinent questions. Save my seat. “Did he tell you, Annabel?”
“Yes. “Is this Montague Street, W. ”
“It was Cheveney!” he said slowly.
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