Sheppard, as a storm of furious voices resounded from below, and torches were seen mounting the stairs; "they are coming!—they are coming!—fly!—to the roof! to the roof. Make no promises on a night where I have burdened you with such awful knowledge. By this time, the door was unlocked, and drawing his sword, Quilt entered the cell. ‘It is not for myself, you understand,’ pursued the man, in an unctuous tone that sickened the general, ‘but for this poor one. Saint Giles's Round-house. "Close the door!" commanded Trenchard, impatiently.
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