"I cannot—dare not injure him," rejoined Trenchard, with a haggard look, and sinking, as if paralysed, into a chair. On the right, stood a bulky figure, with a broken rattle hanging out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his battered countenance to prove to the spectators that both his orbs of vision were darkened: on the left, a meagre constable had divested himself of his shirt, to bind up with greater convenience a gaping cut in the arm. With the usual precautions, Austin then departed. ’ ‘You ain’t never!’ ‘Back to your post, Trodger,’ ordered the harassed captain. . "When is he to suffer?" she demanded, fixing her large black eyes, which burnt with an insane gleam, upon him.
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