He lost control of the machine, was upset and nearly killed. You know that I am
practically destitute, without means or any certain knowledge of where my next
meal is coming from. A
full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of
"right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him
of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and
bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes. "No such thing," rejoined the jailer; "he's coming on business. ”
“It scarcely gives me a chance,” Mr. Wild was formerly an agent to
the Jacobite party, but, on the offer of a bribe from the opposite faction, he
unhesitatingly deserted and betrayed his old employers.
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