Mr. ’ ‘I chose to come with you, miss,’ Jack interrupted more firmly. Wood, you shan't lord it over me, I can promise you. This she put into the trunk. Taking his way along East Smithfield, mounting Little Tower-hill, and threading the Minories and Hounsditch, he arrived without accident or molestation, at Moorfields. Jack may be capable of much that is wicked, but he would never lift his hand against his friend,—of that I am assured. As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back.
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