Spurling, formerly, it may be remembered, the hostess of the Dark House at
Queenhithe,—whence wine, ale, and brandy of inferior quality were dispensed,
in false measures, and at high prices, throughout the prison, which in noise and
debauchery rivalled, if it did not surpass, the lowest tavern. But she must stop him getting away. Her eardrums
were burning with the echoes of those hideous shouts. She made a quick movement, and the hand fell away. Instead of passing on, as
Jack expected, these persons stopped opposite the cage, when one of them, as he
judged from the sound, for he did not dare to look out of his hiding place,
dismounted. Even that he sleeps, I must give to him my thanks, for he has been excessively
brave for me. She gasped with pain, but she did not release her grip. Never mind, I’ve got plenty.
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