Gerald caught the look and slipped the weapon into his pocket. He uttered a deep groan, but said nothing. Threw it out. 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. Figg, the noted prize-fighter, from the New Amphitheatre in Marylebone Fields. The drawers at the moment were too busy to attend to her, and she would have seized the opportunity of examining, unperceived, the assemblage within, through a little curtained window that overlooked the adjoining chamber, if an impediment had not existed in the shape of Baptist Kettleby, whose portly person entirely obscured the view. And she had not dressed herself in this habit of a blue so much like the sky just for his sake, no matter that Lucy had said how much this colour suited with her eyes. “They might do you good,” she remarked. She’s already spoken for. It has been proved.
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