"Can't you take me with you?" urged the voice; "I'll make it well worth your while. Were I not Jonathan Wild, I'd be Jack Sheppard. Groping their way through one or two dark and mouldy-smelling vaults, the party ascended a flight of steps, which brought them to the hall. She was never violent when angry: she became as calm and baffling as the sea in doldrums. ‘But if there is one, how in the world did this mystery lady of yours know of it?’ ‘That, Lucy, is precisely the point that has been exercising my mind,’ Gerald said, turning his eyes once more to the group of French exiles in the alcove.
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