"Lor' ha' mussy, Sir!—how you do talk," said the woman; "this is no robber, I'm sure. He daren't quarrel with me: and if he does, let him look to himself. Her motherly features creased into anxious wrinkles. It will be his interest to do so. ’ ‘You can arrest me,’ answered Kimble belligerently, ‘but you can’t make me say nothing about her. ‘You keep a-hold of him,’ Trodger ordered his men. " "Dear mother, don't say so," returned Winifred. She allowed herself to be ejected, therefore, and retired to the parlour after cleansing the blood from her hands and her own slight wound in the kitchen. I’m the sort of dog, if you turn it out of the room it lies down on the mat at the door.
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