At length, he fell down on the road, fully expecting each moment would prove his last. Anna stood looking down upon her sister with grave perturbed face. Whether the turnkey entertained any suspicion of the old man, Jack could not tell, but that night he was more than usually rigorous in his search; and having carefully examined the prisoners and finding nothing to excite his suspicions, he departed tolerably satisfied. 47 was no more than a sort of railway compartment on the way to that. She wallowed for a time in the thought of Capes, unable to escape from his image and the idea of his presence in her life. "Come home directly, Sir. He saw the girl, and sprang up in bed. My late husband, I mean. They buried him in Willesden churchyard after the robbery.
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