Urging his steed along Oxford Road,— as that great approach to the metropolis was then termed,—he soon passed Marylebone Lane, beyond which, with the exception of a few scattered houses, the country was completely open on the right, and laid out in pleasant fields and gardens; nor did he draw in the rein until he arrived at Tyburn-gate, where, before he turned off upon the Edgeware Road, he halted for a moment, to glance at the place of execution. That there Frenchie didn’t look any too friendly to me. No; she'd never go back. ’ Even as they watched, a shadow passed across one of the apertures. “I expected you this morning,” he said. ’ Gerald noted the mixture of respect and apprehension in the glance he received from the boy. "Can't you take me with you?" urged the voice; "I'll make it well worth your while. Remember ——” Annabel clutched her sister’s arm. “Oh my God, what if she’s dead?” More giggling.
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