Miss Mary to the life, I said, and so she is. The stoppage had materially lessened the distance between him and his pursuers, who now amounted to more than a hundred persons, many of whom carried lanterns and links. She did not learn the kind of looks she had been bestowing upon him at a convent. ‘Certainly I am not a nun. You love Ennison. I worship you. All the turnkeys rose to salute the thief-taker, whose habitually-sullen countenance looked gloomier than usual.
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