S. ‘Certainly I am catholique. "
"You might have added 'then'," said Miss Spurlock, drily. The morning of Monday the 16th of November 1724 at length dawned. McClintock does it; and he knows why. Sepulchre's church struck one, on the eventful night of the 10th of
June, (to which it will not be necessary to recur,) a horseman, mounted on a
powerful charger, and followed at a respectful distance by an attendant, galloped
into the open space fronting Newgate, and directed his course towards a house in
the Old Bailey. “Good-bye, John,” she said simply. As he proceeded, other painful reminiscences were aroused. She smiled and started for the stairs without reply. “With your
permission I should like to search the remainder of your rooms. I am going to make a fresh
start. Ennison spoke at last.
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