‘Who me, sir? Lor’ no, sir. Quilt, who was an ardent lover of mischief, could not help laughing most heartily at the rueful appearance of these personages. Then he sat down again in a chair and said that people who wrote novels ought to be strung up. ‘Say then, Jacques, you have followed him?’ she demanded of the blackgarbed footman. A curious silence ensued. His safety must be looked to. . ‘You are dead, you,’ he yelled back, leaping into the seat of the final pew. Warned of the approach of the prisoners by the increased clamour, Sharples, who was busied in distributing the Marquis's donation, affected to throw the remainder of the money among the crowd, though, in reality, he kept back a couple of guineas, which he slipped into his sleeve, and running hastily up the steps, unlocked the door. "I feel like work," he lied.
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