"Come along, Blueskin. Gin Lane's the nearest road to the churchyard. He and his friends (he had at least two per class, even in Trigonometry) would make their exits as quickly as possible. ‘That is not your affair. As he returned to the table, he put his finger to his nose; and, though he said nothing, he thought he had a much better chance of winning his wager. Small blame to her. Hearing the noise of the scuffle, the tapstress, fancying it was Jack making an effort to escape, in spite of the remonstrances of the executioner, threw open the wicket.
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