At last, she breathed. He tasted like cinders and ash, but not of smoke. ” “All these things,” he muttered bitterly, “this desperate resolve to take your life into your own hands, your unnatural craving for independence, would never trouble you for a moment—if you really cared. While he was thus standing, the flames of his house, which made the whole street as light as day, and ruddily illumined the faces of the mob below, betrayed him to them, and he was speedily driven from his position by a shower of stones and other missiles. Beyond the steps was a pole-chair in readiness. "I can escape to France. ’ ‘Remenham House,’ exclaimed Trodger, who had been watching this interchange open-mouthed. “Well, what is it?” “Montague Hill is recovering consciousness,” he said. Here Jack Sheppard was unable to repress an exclamation of astonishment.
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