" This exclamation had scarcely escaped him, when the discharge of a pistol was heard, and a bullet whizzed past his ears. The watch was again consulted. ’ ‘I do not care any more about the portrait,’ Melusine said, opening the door to the attic corridor that gave off onto the row of little rooms that served as private cells for the senior nuns. “You might at least,” she murmured, “have invented a more romantic reason. Only I wish that it did not remind one so much of a second-hand clothes shop. From her stomacher, to which it was attached by a multitude of glittering steel chains, depended an immense turnip-shaped watch, in a pinchbeck case. Mrs. ToC On the night of Friday, the 26th of November, 1703, and at the hour of eleven, the door of a miserable habitation, situated in an obscure quarter of the Borough of Southwark, known as the Old Mint, was opened; and a man, with a lantern in his hand, appeared at the threshold. “You may go on with that work,” he said, “so long as you keep in harmony with things at home. This was occasioned by Jonathan Wild, who was seen to mount his horse and join the train. Fancy, as they say hereabouts!" What had aroused this open-air monologue was a small tin sign in a window. Having now sealed his letter, Sheppard took a handkerchief, and tying it over Shotbolt's face, so as completely to conceal the features, clapped his hat upon his head, and pushed it over his brows. "Oh gracious! he's lost.
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