"Bolt the wicket!" shouted Ireton, who, with the others, had been not a little entertained by the gallant turnkey's discomfiture. But he might have broken out of prison, and yet not got over the wall of Clerkenwell Bridewell. While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost, into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. " The head turnkey, in all probability, would have obeyed. "I didn't carry you off from old Wood to kill you, but to wed you.
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