While the cloth was laid, the host and Thames descended to the cellar, whence they returned, laden with a number of flasks of the same form, and apparently destined to the same use as those depicted in Hogarth's delectable print—the Modern Midnight Conversation. "Where are you going?" she asked. " "Beat out their brains, you mean," rejoined Blueskin with a tremendous imprecation; "no half measures now, Master. She sank upon her knees and unbuttoned his coat. He fell backwards on his butt, the wind knocked out of him. ’ ‘But if she’s going to gaol—’ ‘Just keep watch, like you’ve been told,’ Roding said severely, turning to glare at his sergeant.
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