The Master of the Mint
IV. "This
gash," he added, pointing to one of the larger scars, "was a wipe from the hanger
of Tom Thurland, whom I apprehended for the murder of Mrs. If she returns to the house from which we took her, her
companions will laugh at her and smother her with ridicule. He rambled in an unfortunate monotone,
the result of his innate fear of public speaking. "Yes, my angel, to her—rest her soul! She extorted it from me, and bound me by
a solemn oath to fulfil it. Their duty was to see who came
in, or went out; to lock up, and open the different wards; to fetter such prisoners
as were ordered to be placed in irons; to distribute the allowances of provision;
and to maintain some show of decorum; for which latter purpose they were
allowed to carry whips and truncheons. The act was mechanical,
a bit of sparring for time: his anger was searching about for a new vent. "Constance—or, rather,
Mrs. A thin line of red appeared in the white neck. I’m right again now.
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