All through that brief but measureless space of time during which wonder kept him silent, as fear did her, she cowered there, a limp helpless object. "Look at these fetters," returned Thames, holding up his manacled wrists; "they were put on by my uncle's command. " "Where did he get it?" inquired Wood, in surprise. A white house that she often found charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for the coming winter. Saint Giles's Round-house. I don’t care. ” She taunted. Alarmed by these prognostications of a storm, and feeling too much exhausted from his late severe treatment to proceed further on foot, Wood endeavoured to find a tavern where he might warm and otherwise refresh himself. ” He snarled.
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