The coach in which the prisoner had been conveyed was already broken to pieces, and the driver was glad to escape with life. At least one of them was caught and put away. “You are not going out—this evening, I trust,” that lady asked, a trifle dismayed. He would know her address to-morrow. Though Lucy refused to personally implicate her, Mr. I know faces. Towards this box Sharples directed his steps, and, unlocking a hatch in the door, disclosed a recess scarcely as large, and certainly not as clean, as a dog-kennel.
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