’
‘So I heard. The inn was a military haunt. He will tell you confidentially that he simply hates
the place. And
so is your companion,—the convict Sheppard. “Does Mr. ”
He paused. To prevent
the leaves from blowing about, should a blow develop, he distributed paper
weights. At least one of
them was caught and put away. . ’
Melusine could not suppress a smile. Urging his steed along Oxford Road,—
as that great approach to the metropolis was then termed,—he soon passed
Marylebone Lane, beyond which, with the exception of a few scattered houses,
the country was completely open on the right, and laid out in pleasant fields and
gardens; nor did he draw in the rein until he arrived at Tyburn-gate, where,
before he turned off upon the Edgeware Road, he halted for a moment, to glance
at the place of execution. He reached over
and took her hand. Glancing idly up at her own window as they had swung round the corner she had
seen a strange thing.
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